Zachary: “Jim, what did you just see?”
Jim replied impulsively, “I saw Secretary Dawson touch the palm of the young master.”
Realizing what he had just said, Jim quickly corrected himself: “No, no, young master, I didn’t see anything at all, really, I didn’t see anything.”
Zachary, his young master, was remarkably charming and could easily win the affection of young women. To avoid complications, the young master had kept Jim and others by his side for many years; their primary role was to prevent young women from approaching him.
Zachary did not anticipate any unexpected events occurring that night.
“In the future, ensure that young women other than relatives stay at least three meters away from me!” Zachary felt it was necessary to maintain that distance from non-relatives as he had done previously.
He assumed that everyone was aware of his marriage to Serenity, so no one would pursue him further.
He was mistaken.
Some individuals still disregarded his marital status and attempted to flirt with him.
If he could be easily swayed, he wouldn’t be known as Zachary.
The only woman capable of truly captivating him was Serenity.
“Yes,” Jim quickly replied, then reassured Zachary, “Eldest young master, I won’t say anything foolish in front of the eldest young mistress.”
Zachary regarded him with a cold gaze, “I know you don’t want to lose your tongue.”
Jim felt a chill run down his spine. He didn’t want to become mute, so he would certainly avoid speaking carelessly in front of the eldest mistress; it wasn’t his place to do so.
Twenty minutes later,
Zachary’s car pulled into the villa.
Noticing that the lights on the second floor were still on, Zachary realized that Serenity had yet to fall asleep.
When Sam, the butler, came out, Zachary inquired, “Is the youngest mistress still awake?”
“The
The youngest mistress is still in the study. Let’s not disturb her unless we have something important to discuss.”
Zachary stepped into the room.
As usual, Sam asked Jim, “Did the young master encounter any unpleasant situations?”
Jim hesitated before responding.
Sam’s heart raced; he looked at Jim and asked quietly, “What happened?”
“Sam, I don’t want to be left in the dark, so please don’t ask me—ask the driver instead.”
The driver emerged from the car and said, “Sam, I didn’t hear or see anything.”
Jim remained silent.
The driver was quite clever. He picked up Sonny every morning and returned to the young master’s side in the afternoons and evenings, making his presence less noticeable than before.
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