Evelyn Sherman practically ran all the way and hailed a car to the private villa.
She was worried that without prior notice to Chester Yale, the security guard might not let her in.
However, as she walked to the entrance, the gate opened automatically.
"Miss Sherman, Young Master said you would come. Please, come in." The security guard respectfully made way for her.
"..." Evelyn was slightly taken aback.
Her son had only been at the villa for a few days, and he was already familiar with the guards?
What an evil genius!
"Mr. Sherman, what a coincidence, you've come to bring Chester the script again?" A familiar voice suddenly entered her ears, stopping Evelyn's footsteps as she entered the living room.
She looked up and saw Misha Evans at the dining room door. After speaking to her, Misha continued to instruct the servants to set the table.
The tone and posture made her seem like the hostess of the villa, elegant and noble.
