"Miss Evans, the soup for the Master is ready, should I serve it now?" A kitchen servant cautiously approached her to ask.
"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm in a bad mood? Forget the soup..." Misha Evans started cursing, but suddenly remembered something and turned her head to look at the maid beside her.
"What are you standing there for? The medicated diet soup prepared for Uncle Yale needs to be consumed while it's hot. Go and ladle it out; I'll deliver it myself!" Misha Evans clenched her teeth fiercely.
She would never give Evelyn Sherman the chance to persuade Sheldon Yale!
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Outside the bedroom.
"Miss Sherman, I can only bring you this far. The Master is inside; please go in alone," the butler stopped his footsteps and pushed open the room door for Evelyn Sherman.
"..." Evelyn Sherman stared at the heavy room door before her; the intense opulence of a big family emanated towards her, bearing an oppressive feeling.