"You think I’m very old? Why are you calling me sir?" he yelled suddenly.
The maid shivered and immediately kneeled down: "Not old at all! Mr. President is gallant and suave, and so young yet holds such a high position of power. Mr. President is very capable and extremely impressive, not old at all!"
Lucas Knight gave a cold stare; he’s so young, yet being called ’sir’?
The maid shivered again and quickly corrected herself: "Crown Prince! Crown Prince! It’s my fault for not speaking well; please don’t get mad." The maid didn’t know what upset this master.
Previously, she always called him Mr. President, and he never seemed angry. Why was he so furious today?
"Hmm." Lucas Knight responded, fine then, what she said was not bad. He indeed is quite capable, quite competent, and always handling big matters!
Indeed, he admires himself too; he’s so handsome. To be honest, he has never seen a man more good-looking than himself.
But seriously, with his capabilities and competence, why does this little woman in his arms react like she’s seeing a wolf every day?
Is he going to eat people or what?
The maid remained kneeling on the ground, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
Although aware that Mr. President had quite a temper and was aloof and noble, she had never seen him this furious.
It truly frightened her considerably.
"What happened?" Harry North walked over, "Why are you kneeling on the floor?"
The maid was taken aback: "Assistant North, nothing much, just that Mr. President seemed to have encountered something upsetting today."
Crown Prince? Harry paused, he was on a business trip with Admiral Alexander Kingsley the past few days, and only returned tonight.
Harry always knew their master well; he had a notably bad temper.
Therefore, whoever triggered him was indeed unfortunate.
Harry curiously cautioned, "How did you provoke that master to get angry?" If he didn’t ask, Harry feared he might also get a scolding.
The maid recounted the events from start to finish and finally said: "Assistant North, I praised the Crown Prince, really didn’t do anything bad."
"Oh." Harry asked, "Did the master come back alone?"
"No. He was also holding a woman, she was wearing the Crown Prince’s coat!"
"So, did the master go fall in love?" Harry asked .
The maid shivered again: "Assistant North, I don’t know, the Crown Prince was holding a woman. Whether he’s fallen in love I don’t know! Besides, what even is love?"
"Making things happen, I suppose."
Maid: "Assistant North, what things are making?"
Harry wiped his sweat: "Love is: loving, and while loving, many things happen."
"So, just now, surely the Crown Prince was making things happen, and you stumbled upon it..."
Oh, the maid was taken aback, indeed, just now she saw the master, seemed to be kissing that woman by the sports car... and kissed for quite a while...
"Go quickly and receive your punishment."
Maid: "...Assistant North, spare me please."
Harry chided again: "You praised the master’s competence, if you don’t get punished, who will?"
Maid: "..." What did she do wrong?
The luxurious and majestic restaurant.
Two rows of maids stood respectfully, perfectly aligned.
The whole restaurant had a European style, elegant and artistic, with dazzling crystal pendant lights emitting a softly pale-yellow glow.
The moment the man entered, the maids felt an immensely powerful sense of pressure.
The surrounding temperature quickly dropped, instantly making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, seemingly colder than the Eternal Glacier in the dead of winter.