The Powell father and son immediately looked at Xaviera, and Robert Powell smiled lovingly, "Quinn really knows her stuff! Xaviera, we're all family, so let's not fuss over this little matter."
Xaviera gave a light smile, "Since Miss Powell has said so, I naturally forgive her."
Seeing Xaviera not making trouble, Robert Powell was even more delighted, "Xaviera, Quinn knew you'd be staying at home, so she took the initiative to help decorate your room!"
With that, Quinn Powell took a tablet computer and walked over to Xaviera. She leaned down slightly to show her, her voice soft and sweet, "Xaviera, do you like any of these styles? If you don't, I can help you choose some more."
Xaviera glanced up at her, and Quinn seemed like the true master of the villa, arranging a room for her guest, feigning politeness, "Look at this luxurious and extravagant style; it matches your status. And that one is minimalist design. Which one do you prefer?"
