If she had to grade her butler's service, even she would give it a hundred percent.
Like the kind of person who, once paid, would get the job done no matter what.
Before she knew it, she was already lying on the sofa, reading a book and starting to snack on potato chips.
The potato chips on the table were brought by the serving maid, who seemed to have noticed her leisure reading and thought she might want some snacks.
"Wait a minute."
Christina suddenly stopped with a hand on the potato chips.
If they were brought by the serving maid, wouldn't that mean they were instructed by the butler?
She quickly threw the half-eaten chip in her hand into the trash can, regarding it as an ominous object.
While Christina was filled with apprehension,
She heard footsteps echoing from the distant corridor of the mansion's reception hall.
"Rocky, it's almost half-past three."
Her older brother Kyle walked over, holding a textbook, and stood by the wall, speaking to Rocky from afar.
