Margaret was pulled out of the banquet. Although she was unwilling, she had to admit that sometimes Julian was right about something.
As a merchant, Julian knew to weigh the pros and cons.
Margaret sat in the passenger seat with a long face and suddenly said, "Hilla and my brother are still at the banquet."
She had to go back!
"Don't worry. Mr. Anderson just took Hilla away."
Margaret was left there alone.
Margaret breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "It's good that Hilla left so that she won't see it and feel bad."
After saying that, Margaret looked at Julian and said unpleasantly, "Why do you call her Hilla? You can't call her Hilla."
Julian turned his head and saw the fierce expression on Margaret's face. "Then what should I call her? We have known each other for years. Why can't I call her Hilla?"
"No, you can't."
It sounded very intimate. Margaret blinked and gritted her teeth. "Call her Mrs. Anderson."
