The man sat at the dining table, holding a silver knife and fork in his hands, and his clothes were ironed without a single wrinkle, neat and neat. Although he is in his forties, he can vaguely see the handsome shadow of his youth.

Swallowing the food in his mouth unhurriedly, those eyes that have precipitated many things make people feel endless pressure at a glance. Yadev raised his eyes, with the momentum of a superior on his body, and slowly said to the maid on the side, "Miss?" ”

The maid saluted slightly, "Mr. Hui, Miss is still resting." ”

Yadev frowned imperceptibly, and said in a voice that couldn't hear any tone, "What about Allen?" ”

The maid replied truthfully, "Yesterday afternoon, Miss Lornay drove Alan away. ”

Yadev put down the cutlery in his hand and said, "Call her to me." ”

"Yes, sir."

The maid grasped the hem of her skirt in both hands, walked up the mahogany staircase, crossed the carpet of velvet and fur, and finally stopped in front of a bedroom, and knocked cautiously at the door, and said in a pleasant and comfortable voice, "Miss Ronay, it is time for you to get up, Sir is waiting for you below." ”

On the large bed in the middle of the bedroom, the soft sheets were dented, and the owner's arm was sticking out of the quilt, and after a few seconds, he remained unmoved.

The maid standing outside the door waited for a while, without the slightest agitation, but knocked on the door again, tirelessly.

Rao is a person who sleeps well, and he can't help such a toss, the master got up impatiently, then got out of bed and opened the door, opened a pair of eyes and said, "Furia, didn't I confess, without my orders, no one can come and disturb me?" ”

The expression on the face of the maid named Furiya did not change in the slightest, and she said in a gentle tone, "Miss Ronai, Sir is waiting for you to go down." ”

Shen Mubai, "....." Oh open.

She honestly washed up and got up.

The maid took out her clothes from the closet and was about to serve, but Shen Mubai refused, "You go out." ”

She really didn't like the feeling that she needed someone to serve her with a broken hand or foot, even though the body was only twelve years old, well, to put it simply, a month and eleven days away.

"He's annoying." Shen Mubai complained to the system bitterly, "I'm just a child, how can he be so cruel." ”

The system replied expressionlessly, "Do you dare to say it in front of him?" ”

Shen Mubai, ".. Can't. ”

Walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs, the middle-aged man sat motionless at the dining table, apparently having finished his breakfast.

Shen Mubai walked over a little tremblingly, sat opposite, and then stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Do you know what time it is?" Yadev looked at him, still without a tone, but the feeling of oppression was coming straight in.

"Well, back to my father, it's 7:35 in the morning." Shen Mubai pondered his words.

"Why do you want to get rid of Allen?" Yadev frowned slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is already the third." ”

Shen Mubai said, "He is ugly, which will affect my mood for a day." ”

Yadev had heard this similar excuse countless times, and he said in a disgruntled tone, "You are already twelve years old, and you are no longer the age to be playful. ”

"Father, there is still a month and eleven days." She corrected.

In fact, Shen Mubai wanted to say, no, I'm still a child.

But she didn't dare, because the man in front of her was the ruler of the Harriman family, a real boss, with countless properties in his hands, clean and unclean, all under his nose.