Sophia was still fuming, ready to argue.
At that moment, the car rolled to a stop in front of the main hall. Ableson, the butler in a crisp black suit, appeared at the door with a polite smile. He bowed, opened the door, and invited them out.
“Sophia. Ms. Russell. Mr. White is still finishing up with some work. He asked me to show you to the main hall so you can relax for a bit.”
Sophia’s temper disappeared in an instant. “Ableson.”
Paulina smiled warmly too. “Ableson, it’s been a while. I hope we’re not bothering Mr. White today.”
“Not at all. When Mr. White heard you’d be arriving, he told me to wait for you at the door,” Ableson replied as he leaned in to look inside. His eyes landed on Rebecca in her simple white dress.
The moment he caught a clear glimpse of her, Ableson’s eyes widened ever so slightly. She looked so much like Madonna.
This must be the Rebecca Mr. White had specifically told him to look after.
“You must be Ms. Russell, right?” he asked respectfully.
“Good guess, Ableson. I’m Rebecca.”
It was their first meeting, but Rebecca’s eyes were bright and steady. She was polite, calm, neither timid nor proud. Ableson couldn’t help but approve, just a little, in his own mind.
“You flatter me. Please, come inside. I’ve had hot tea set out already.”
“Thank you.” Rebecca finally stepped out of the car.



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