"A servant? But, but..." Sylvia Lane was bewildered.
She meant to be a servant for Julian Fairchild, not for Maeve Lane!
Maeve Lane was firmly held by the man, suddenly feeling like an ancient favored concubine, and she was slightly shocked when Julian Fairchild said this.
Julian Fairchild shot a sharp glance over, scaring Sylvia Lane to stagger back several steps, barely steadying herself after bumping into the window frame.
"During this period, she'll be your servant, you can order her around however you like."
Sylvia Lane was unwilling to accept it just like this, "Fairchild, I said I could be your servant, but I never said I'd be a servant for this woman!"
Miles Hughes spoke up at the right time, with a mild threat in his words, "Miss Maeve is Young Master's woman, please show some respect."
