It wasn't until that familiar figure disappeared at the entrance of a private room that Emily Walker finally stopped in her tracks.
Just as she bowed her head pondering whether that familiar silhouette was her cousin's daughter, a sound of breaking glass suddenly came from inside the private room!
"I'm sorry, I'll clean this up immediately!" Watching the wine and glass fragments scattered inside the private room, Yvonne Adams hurriedly bent down to clean the scraps from the ground.
Hearing that familiar voice, Emily's brow furrowed even tighter. To confirm whether the person inside was indeed Yvonne Adams, she lightly lifted her arm and slightly opened the private room door.
However, when she looked inside the private room, what she saw shocked her beyond belief.
"Tsk, tsk, isn't this our Lady Adams? When did you stoop to serving here?" The speaker was a woman, and behind her, several other women stood looking like her friends.
