"Mr. Mamet!"
Just when Wesley Taylor was imagining how to torment Xaviera Evans, a servant hurried in, flustered and said, "Mr. Mamet, it's bad. Mr. Novak is here!"
Wesley's body stiffened instantly, his eyes full of panic. Mrs. Taylor at his side also furrowed her brow.
After a moment of silence, Wesley stood up abruptly, looking somewhat aggrieved, "So what if he's here? Does this lord's favoring of a woman have anything to do with him? This lord is from the Brooke family--"
"Mr. Taylor."
Before Wesley's sentence was finished, a low, solemn voice interrupted, and a man stepped in. Standing tall, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and handsome features.
He seemed in his early twenties, exuding a gentle aura. With a faint smile lingering at the corner of his lips, the gentle-looking man put people at ease.
But the next second, his eyes instantly turned ice-cold, and the smile on his lips became chilling.