But even though the young mistress is quite fierce, she can't endure such... such harshness.
Miles Hughes silently worries for Maeve Lane...
Julian Fairchild's breath seemed a bit uneven, his hoarse voice made even a man like Miles blush and his heart race, "Go get her a leave of absence."
"Yes."
Miles nodded quickly in agreement, after all it wasn't his first time dealing with this on behalf of the young mistress, he had just guessed that the young master and mistress might not be able to go on time.
"Bang!"
The door was closed again.
Miles touched his nose, "I should've just found some excuse to fool Nina Quinn earlier, and now I have to fill the hole myself. But luckily it's her, if it were that Song person, it wouldn't be so easy to bluff."
He rubbed his arm, which was still aching a bit, complaining, "It's one thing that the young mistress can fight, but all these people around her are so capable too, it's been days and it's still bruised."
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