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Louis chuckled and told her, "Arabella Miss, a gentle approach may not necessarily gain the attention of the head of the household, but being too direct might have the opposite effect."
Cordelia dismissed his words, "Who knows? There's no precedent for this, you can't speak for Lord Vanthro's thoughts."
As they spoke, the two of them heard some sounds coming from deep within the garden.
Cordelia looked over and said, "I think I hear a little kitten over there?"
Louis heard that Miss Arabella was about to come out, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck. He changed the subject: "This is not something important. Miss Arabella is so sincere, I am also willing to do a favor. Why don't we go to the living room first and wait for the arrival of the host?"
"You know your place," Cordelia withdrew her attention.
Miller was still sitting by the long table, ready to have some snacks and drinking tea, waiting for his sister to come back to his embrace after she got tired from playing.
Seeing the hurried arrival of the gatekeeper servant, he furrowed his brow impatiently and asked, "I remember canceling all the audiences for today, didn't I?"
"It's Miss Arabella. She forced her way in, and we couldn't stop her."
"We couldn't stop her?" Miller narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Then what do I pay you for?"
The imposing pressure of the higher bloodline made the servants kneel down and tremble in fear.
"No matter how uncomfortable they are, continue to ask," Miller said. "Who is Arabella? Who gave her the courage to break into my territory? And even broke into the mansion. Are the guards useless?"
"Miss Arabella entered the territory through proper procedures, and the guards had no right to stop her. Then she rode her horse around the perimeter wall, and used her abilities to break in while the guards were changing shifts."
As he spoke, Louis had finished practicing Tai Chi with Cordelia and hurried over to Miller's side.
"Master, today all responsibility is on me, and I will accept any punishment afterwards." He directly half-knelt in front of Miller, " Gatia Arabella has already been placed in the guest hall, and is currently being secretly guarded and cannot leave. Whether to go see her is up to you."
"See her, why not?" Miller stood up, turned and walked away, "You stay here and tell the young lady that I have urgent business to attend to... What time is it now?"
"It's 11 o'clock now."
"Then tell the young lady that I will be back before midnight for dinner."
"Yes."
As Daphne walked out of the main road in the maze, there was no one outside, but the conversation she had just heard did indeed exist.
A woman and the steward who had just said there was an urgent matter to attend to.
She wasn't stupid. Although she couldn't hear what they were talking about, she could easily connect the commotion just now and figure out that this woman was not a member of the household, because the household members wouldn't dare to cause such a big disturbance.
Who is she, is she your brother's guest? It seems like your brother's guests are always strange, like that man who held her hand and wouldn't let go last time...
"Lucia, I want to go find my brother. Do you know where he is?"
"Lucia knows."
When Lucia took a shortcut to the white dining table, she saw Louis standing there alone from a distance, looking like he was waiting for someone.
Daphne ran over and asked him, "Louis, where's your brother?"
Louis reluctantly curled his lips and said, "The master asked me to tell the young lady that he has urgent business to attend to. He will be back before midnight to have dinner with the young lady."
"Urgent business? Didn't the master cancel all his work for today?" Daphne looked at his face suspiciously and asked, "Is it because of that woman just now?"
Facing the questioning gaze of the young lady, Louis had no choice but to admit, "...Yes."
"Who is she?"
"Gatia Arabella, the third Miss of House Arabela."
"Daphne" pouted, "Where is my brother?"
"......"
"Uh?"
Louis sighed quietly in his heart and answered honestly, "The master of the house is receiving Miss Arabella in the guest reception hall."
Daphne glared at him discontentedly, then turned to Lucia and said, "Take me to that whatever hall, Lucia, I need to speak with my brother."
"Okay." Lucia obediently led the way.
"Ah! Wait, I need to go back to my room first."
Miller pushed open the door, and the woman happened to be sitting on the sofa directly facing the door, with her right leg crossed over her left knee.
"Hmm."
He laughed. This was the first time he had seen someone dare to be so arrogant in front of him.
Miller strolled over to the sofa on the right and sat down, asking, "Arabella, do you seem to know me?"
Cordelia held her tea and said as calmly as possible, "I had the pleasure of meeting you at the dance party of our family."
"The dance party of the Arabella family?" Miller pondered for a moment. "If I'm not mistaken, it was six years ago?"
"Exactly."
Miller sneered, mocking, "Miss Arabella, have you been holding onto this little matter for so long?"
Cordelia held the handle of the teacup and said, "Later on, we met at several banquets."
"Sorry, I don't remember," he said lightly. "I wonder why Miss Arabella has come today. Just to catch up with me and see if I remember you after so many encounters?"
"Of course not!"
Cordelia clenched her fists, somewhat unwillingly: "I wanted to invite you to my birthday party three years from now."
Birthday party? Or three years later.
Miller didn't even think about it and directly refused: "Sorry, my schedule is always very tight, and my family should be very busy three years later."
According to his arrangement, it should have been the time to start giving Daphne power.
"Is Vanthro so busy that he can't even attend my coming-of-age ceremony?"
"Oh? Your birthday?" Miller smirked, "What are you, anyway?"
Suddenly, the living room fell into an eerie silence, and Cordelia's face turned red and then pale, like a spilled palette.
At this moment, the locked door was suddenly opened by someone. The servant standing outside the door opened it and then stepped aside.
Daphne leaned against the door frame and saw Cordelia sitting in the middle at first glance. She quietly checked on the situation of the two, it's good, they were sitting far apart, and the atmosphere inside was not quite right.
"Brother?" She called cautiously.
Miller looked at her calmly, but his heart suddenly tightened: "Flora How did she come here?"
Seeing that he wasn't angry, Daphne breathed a sigh of relief and fluttered in like a butterfly, holding a notebook in her hand.
Miller thought she was going to sit next to him, but to his surprise, Daphne ran over and sat on his lap as if they were alone together as usual.
He was stunned for a moment, but his hands reflexively wrapped around his sister's soft waist.
Daphne swayed her legs, opened the small notebook in her hand, pointed to the clumsy handwriting on it, and asked, "Brother, what does this word mean? I don't remember."
Surprisingly, the younger sister was willing to be so casual and intimate in front of others. Miller came to his senses, looked down, and said, "It means bad guy."
"Bad guy?" Daphne pointed to another word and asked innocently, "What about this one?"
"Um, that's... big brother."
Miller tightened his grip and chuckled softly, "Flora is such a little rascal."
Seeing the two of them being so intimate as if no one else was around, Cordelia felt jealous and embarrassed, unable to help but interrupt and ask, "May I ask who this young lady is?"
Daphne glanced at her sideways, snorted, and said nothing.
Miller affectionately squeezed her hand and helped her answer, "This is my sister, Daphne Van Zandt."
Obviously, the identity of being a younger sister did not ease Cordelia's mind; quite the opposite, her hostility towards Daphne deepened.
Daphne was puzzled. In her subconscious, after her identity as the younger sister was revealed, the women who liked her brother should have tried to please her, so why was she not being treated kindly instead?
Cordelia wanted to mock her because of her identity, but the words got stuck in her throat. Frustrated, she could only say to Miller, "I never heard that the Vandura Family had added a young lady. I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with Miss Vanja."
Daphne heard her words and snorted again, replying, "Of course it's good."
Cordelia was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she dug her nails into the palm of her hand, tightly pursing her lips.
Seeing that Cordelia had impure intentions towards her brother, Daphne deliberately hugged Miller's neck and coquettishly said, "Brother, you clearly promised to accompany me today. Why are you here chatting with other women instead?"
"It's my brother's fault."
Miller gently pinched her cheek, then glanced coldly at Cordelia, "Miss Arabella, I have other matters to attend to now. I will have Louis arrange for someone to escort you safely back. Good night."
He picked up Daphne and stood up, leaving the reception room directly. Daphne shrank into her brother's arms and quietly made a face at Cordelia before leaving. Cordelia glared at her with a resentful look, making Daphne shrink her shoulders in fear.
Miller walked with her in the corridor, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Daphne turned her face, looked at her brother and shook her head, "Nothing, just suddenly feeling a little cold."
Cold? Miller raised an eyebrow and asked her, "How did Daphne suddenly come over?"
If she hadn't known about Cordelia's presence beforehand, and in the situation where Louis avoided the topic first, she wouldn't have been able to find her way over here at all.
She supported her brother's neck, jumped out of his arms, and then explained while holding his arm: "When Louis and I were wandering in the maze, we heard a woman's voice outside."
"Mm."
Daphne raised her face, her clear eyes staring at Miller: "Brother, who is she?"
"Just an insignificant woman."
"Brother, you know very well that this is not what I want to hear," she said, grabbing his hand and standing still.
Miller helplessly bent down and hugged her, explaining in her ear, " Gatia Arabella, a woman who loves her brother unimportantly."
Daphne blinked her eyes and asked, "Do you like your big brother?"
"Hmm?"
"What kind of liking is it, like mine?"
Miller gazed into her eyes and replied, "Flora, what do you think?... I feel like, for now, it's a little different."
Daphne Looking into her brother's eyes, she blushed and asked, "...Different? What's different?"
Miller He smirked, then lifted his sister up like a child, his arm supporting her lower back.
When she exclaimed in surprise, he quickly led her back to the main castle.
Taken back to the lord's room, Daphne was somewhat roughly thrown onto the sofa.
She propped herself up on the sofa and happened to see Miller take off his vest, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
His fair and well-defined chest gradually revealed itself, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his sexy collarbone causing her heart to skip a beat.
"Brother, big brother?"
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