Serena Donovan was not bothered, maintaining a graceful smile, while Autumn Ellison's gaze, sharp like a knife, was directed at Eve Sherman as if intending to torment her.
"Welcome, um..."
Master Sutton raised his glass but couldn't recall Serena Donovan's name, yet she remained composed and responded, "Donovan."
"Yes, yes, Miss Donovan. Welcome to our home as a guest. I'm old, my memory isn't good, please don't mind."
"Not at all, thank you for allowing me to have dinner here."
Serena Donovan was so methodical in her speech and actions, exuding the elegance of a lady nurtured in wealth, making it impossible not to like her.
"Sherman, you're welcome too. Please visit often, as I find we're quite able to chat together."
As Master Sutton said this, Eve Sherman felt a bit flattered.
However, his differential treatment made Serena Donovan feel a bit uncomfortable.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
