The butler, upon seeing Chester Yale, immediately said respectfully.
His eyes fell on Evelyn Sherman beside him, and he paused, "This is..."
"My wife, Evelyn Sherman." Chester Yale brought her to the front, his thin lips slightly parted.
In one sentence, as if it had been rehearsed a million times, no hint of unfamiliarity was there; it simply emerged so naturally from his mouth.
Evelyn's heart trembled slightly, a wordless throbbing swiftly piercing through her limbs.
"Wife..." the butler's body shook, his head lifting up in astonishment.
"Young Master, you can't just speak carelessly. Your fiancée is Miss Evans, a union personally arranged by the Master. The Evans Family lent a lot of support during the Shareholders' meeting, and just yesterday, the Master even mentioned to the head of the Evans family that you two should marry soon!"
The butler didn't give a second glance to Evelyn, instead bringing up Misha Evans at this time.
Misha Evans was his rightful fiancée...
