After all, in an elite family's arranged meeting, one couldn't possibly be outright about it being a matchmaking date. Usually, it was under the premise of visiting the family, but in reality, everyone would sit down together, have a drink, and try to build rapport.
Edward Jackson did arrive, but he didn't even seem inclined to sit down, which was undoubtedly a silent rejection.
Disappointment appeared simultaneously on the faces of the four girls, but due to saving face, none could openly say anything.
"Master, if you have matters to attend to, please go ahead. Don't worry about us."
"Yes, Master, please attend to your business. We won't impose."
"Hmm, I won't impose either."
Was he leaving?
Watching her carefully planned matchmaking event about to fall through, the Old Lady became as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, grabbing hold of him, "What work do you have that can't be finished? How is it that I am unaware of it?"
