"Why... why does Lady ask such a thing?" The butler hesitated, seemingly wanting to say more.
"I want to know if my mom is hiding something from me. She has been down all day today, and I'm worried about her," Evelyn Sherman's crystal-clear eyes shimmered slightly.
"Apart from the Yale Consortium's shares, the Yakov Family also owns some other industries. Madam has indeed trained a group of people to be responsible for daily work reports, so it's convenient for her to replace her managing the company and passing on messages when she's not at the Family Mansion. As for whether something special happened today, I'll need to ask to know."
The butler spoke truthfully.
From the first time he saw Evelyn, he felt that she resembled Grace Yakov, especially those clean eyes, exuding sincerity, which made him like her very much.
Knowing that she was his own Miss, his fondness grew even more.
