Hefei turned to Wayne, who was by his side, and said to Megan, "From now on, call him Young Master Wayne."
Megan nodded, bowed slightly to Wayne, and addressed him as Young Master Wayne.
Wayne bowed in return and suddenly realized why he, a stranger taking refuge, was always called ’young master’ by Philark—it turned out to be this way.
He curiously looked at Megan, who with a calm expression turned to lead the way. She was clad in a ladies’ suit, looking proper and serious.
Was this the woman who had defeated Philark?
She was pretty indeed.
Megan was more than just pretty; she was stunningly beautiful, elegant in figure, composed in temperament. As a butler, she was flawless from the outside.
Just some ordinary goods!
Wayne was unconvinced. A butler should not be judged solely on appearance; the key lay in professional conduct. He still believed Philark was the best butler, Megan must have used some kind of promotion device to get ahead.
Thinking this, Wayne looked at Hefei with discontent. Teacher, this woman must be involved with your husband.
Upon this glance, he immediately noticed something odd.
Wayne compared the teacher and the female butler. Their silhouettes overlapped, Megan’s blonde bob, her meticulous demeanor right down to the smallest detail, almost entirely a replica of Hefei.
So similar it couldn’t be called imitation—it was exactly the same.
So, the teacher’s husband didn’t have an affair; every time he strayed, it was the teacher he had in mind?
Who could have guessed he was such a devoted lover!
As they entered the villa’s grand door, what came into view was a spacious, bright hall, the high ceiling, the extravagant chandelier, the exquisite murals, and a staircase with a red carpet leading directly to the second floor.
When luxury and elegance merged perfectly, complementing each other to the extreme, the issue of money became unimportant; the key was the artistic element.
The Randao Family ancestral home was rich in artistic elements, as high as a skyscraper.
After a while, Megan pushed open the white door ahead, revealing the luxurious, well-appointed dining room, with even the smallest decoration boasting a remarkable history.
Wayne, not understanding, didn’t really look, instead fixing his gaze on the man seated at the head of the table.
Adorned in a similar black suit, with handsome features and a very young appearance, he was playing with an Ancient Silver Coin in his hand.
Austin stood up, smiling as he walked towards the lady of the house; his eyes held only Hefei, not giving Wayne a single glance.
Wayne was automatically relegated to the blind spot of his field of vision, not even warranting peripheral attention.
Austin raised his hand, intending to lead the lady to her seat, but the effort was rather feeble. Hefei huffed lightly and walked right past her husband.
Austin slowly retracted his hand, his smile fading, as he watched his wife’s back and huffed with a stern face.
Hefei heard it, unwilling to show weakness.
Wayne: You two are acting like some kind of pantomime duo!
This bowl of stale dog food is too salty.
Not receiving proper attention from Austin was not surprising for Wayne. By adopting the perspective of the aggrieved party, everything seemed justifiable.
Bad news: The pretty boy has stolen the Old Cabbage.
Good news: The pretty boy has run off.
Bad news: Halfway through running off, the pretty boy hooked up with the Ancient Silver Coin.
Good news: Ancient Silver Coin has come home.
Bad news: The pretty boy has come home too.
Wayne nodded again and again. Yes, he deserved this; if someone treated him this way, he would have already released Ah Bin, Yuliya, and Ah Bo in succession.
Under the guidance of the butler, Wayne took his seat, and when he looked up, he saw Veronica, dressed in an evening gown, who had made an effort to look her best, sitting opposite him.