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"Grandmother, do we have guests?" A somewhat arrogant woman sauntered into the dining room, clad in designer labels and sparkling with jewels.

Granny Drake put her chopsticks down, her face serious, "How do you manage the household, when such a major incident has happened at home and you only show up now."

The woman pursed her lips: "Grandmother, you are the official head of the Drake household, not me. I'm young, what could I possibly manage? I'd rather not cause you any trouble."

Her mocking tone angered those who listened, without a hint of respect in her voice.

Edward furrowed his brows, looking at the woman across the dining table.

Jobelle Callum took this opportunity to fully take in the man's features, raising her eyebrows in surprise. He was so handsome, handsome and young, with an elegant cold demeanor that intrigued her.

However, there was something familiar about his face.

"Our guest looks so familiar, have we met somewhere before?"