Hmm, this young lady is arrogant.
“I just came back today. What can I do for you?” Levant inquired coolly.
The lady walked to the table and towered above him.
“Who is she?”
Levant placed his cutlery down. “Let me introduce you to Nicole Lane, a good friend of mine. This is my cousin, Daphne Ankins.”
Cousin?
Is she the one skilled in acupuncture?
Oh, this is great. I don’t have to plan for an encounter.
Should I befriend her to help with my investigation?
“Friend? Levant, when did you befriend someone this lowly? Look how excited she is. She must be scheming something, so be careful.”
Her nasty words hit Nicole hard.
But to think about it, Levant was a nobleman. She was just a lowly commoner, after all.
Daphne’s right. I’m actually scheming things, but my target isn’t Levan but you, dear Daphne.
“She’s right. I’m lucky to have met you, Mr. Levant.”
“Nicole, don’t belittle yourself.”
“Levant, she’s right. At least she knows her place.”
Levant glanced at his petty cousin, who was putting on a haughty look.
However, Nicole couldn’t be bothered about Daphne’s attitude as she came here with a motive. So she decided that temporary setbacks would always be overshadowed by persistence as long as she achieved her goals. Hence, the most important thing now was to befriend Daphne.
“Ms. Ankins, you haven’t had dinner yet, right? Come, join us for dinner.”
Daphne looked at Nicole before turning to Levant.
But he said nothing.
Is he not welcoming me? Fine. I’ll stay against his wishes. Daphne huffed silently.
She plopped down on a seat next to Levant before informing the maids to prepare her utensils.
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