"Speak, what do you want?" After a long time, Zachary Stuart spoke with a solemn face.
How could he trust a vain woman to be by Baron Stuart's side?
If the Stuart Family really wanted such a woman to be the future female host, wouldn't it be the same as pulling anyone from the Main Street?
Hearing this, Emily Walker raised her head, looked at Zachary Stuart on the sofa. At this time, he kept his line of sight straight ahead and didn't look at her.
It was better this way, at least she didn't have to face his gloomy pupils.
"I don't understand what you mean." Emily spoke calmly, with neither humility nor arrogance.
Although Zachary Stuart didn't like her, it seemed he wouldn't do anything to her, at most he would just hope for her to leave Baron Stuart.
Zachary Stuart turned, his deep face showed no warmth, and always looked cold.