"Not quite a servant." Nathan Land extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and tossed it into the ashtray.
"Actually, it's like this, I've always had an immediate heart-fluttering feeling towards Miss Smith. I was even thinking, if Miss Smith were a servant of the Land Family, whether I could negotiate with Old Master Land to let Miss Smith be with me." Nolan Davis showed a look of regret, "But it seems like there's no hope."
"Haha." Nathan Land burst into laughter, "So, Mr. Davis has also taken a liking to that woman."
"Also?" Nolan Davis feigned innocence, "Old Master Land, what do you mean by also taken a liking?"
"To be honest with Mr. Davis, that woman is the one my unworthy third son is fond of."
"Oh, so she's Third Young Master Land's person." Nolan Davis showed a sudden realization, "Old Master Land, my apologies, it was rude of me."
Nathan Land paused, seemingly calculating something in his mind.
