
“Hey brother, I know you've been hurt by Narc but look at his wife. He's a materialistic man!” Ysel.
Winnie glared at him angrily. "Shut up! How many times have I told you not to remind me of him! Don't even make me start with that woman!”
“Y-yeah.I know, brother. I know how much you hate that dreaded woman. I swear I won't repeat this again!” Yselle's eyes glazed over as she spoke.
Realizing that she was too rude, Winnie stroked Yselle's head and said, “I'm just trying to take care of you. Gerald's man smelled of money. He only has what all materialistic people want. Of money. He does not deserve to have a relationship with our family. We are only here to help him on behalf of our master's son, to keep our promise with them. We, the Moldell family unlike the rest of the world, take seriously our promise!”
“So, even if you have the slightest feeling for Gerald, there is no way the two of you can be together. I will definitely oppose it!” There was a look of disdain peering out of Winnie's eyes.
"Oh I understand!" Yselle lowered her head.
“But, it's not impossible to let you stay by Gerald's side. There's a way" Winni said.
"Huh? What way?” ask Ysel.
Ten days ago when Gerald first arrived, Yselle found herself developing feelings for the young and spirited man.
After getting to know him and listening to his adventure stories, Yselle grew excited to find out more about the young man.
The emotions of a girl are sometimes very difficult to understand. Falling in love with someone for no reason or reason, and then hating that person in exactly the same way.
If asked at the time whether Gerald was really great or not, he would answer 'No', but Yselle liked him regardless of that fact!
Yselle always felt that way. He grew up behind the walls of Moldell and he never had a chance to fulfill his fantasies.
“In fact, he will live longer after becoming one of our servants and this is something that can hardly be bought with money!”
“I don't want him to be my servant, Brother. Why, why do you look down on him so much? After all, he is..”.
"Enough! Other than this, there is no alternative. Don't blame me for not telling you about it!” Winnie left after she was done.
Dylan was talking to Moldell's third master and Moldell's family assistant at the dance.
“This time, I will count on all of you!” Said Dilan with a smile.
“Sama-sama, Mr. Crawford. We'll do our best. We sincerely hope the Crawford and Moldell families will be happy with the results of our collaboration this time!” Third master Moldell, said Parker Moldell.
“I don't think it will be as fun as it looks huh?”
Suddenly, a 60-year-old man entered the hall with a group of people.
"You who? How did you get in?" Dylan was stunned when he saw the old man.
"Do you expect those useless boys to stop me?" The man grinned.
“Kort, what do you think you're doing? Now that we work with the Crawford family, how dare you disrespect them?” Parker got up from his seat with a frown on his face.
“Collaborate with them? It can't be!" Kort responded coldly.