Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 325 - 218: Serving as Maeve Lane’s Maid

"A servant? But, but..." Sylvia Lane was bewildered.

She meant to be a servant for Julian Fairchild, not for Maeve Lane!

Maeve Lane was firmly held by the man, suddenly feeling like an ancient favored concubine, and she was slightly shocked when Julian Fairchild said this.

Julian Fairchild shot a sharp glance over, scaring Sylvia Lane to stagger back several steps, barely steadying herself after bumping into the window frame.

"During this period, she’ll be your servant, you can order her around however you like."

Sylvia Lane was unwilling to accept it just like this, "Fairchild, I said I could be your servant, but I never said I’d be a servant for this woman!"

Miles Hughes spoke up at the right time, with a mild threat in his words, "Miss Maeve is Young Master’s woman, please show some respect."

Julian Fairchild ignored Sylvia Lane and coldly said to the Fairchild Family servants standing by, "Prepare a set of servant’s clothes for her, and if she doesn’t abide by the rules, hand her over to the steward for punishment."

Sylvia Lane bit her lip tightly, almost drawing blood.

Seeing Sylvia’s furious yet silent demeanor, Maeve Lane was in quite a good mood. She wrapped her arm around Julian Fairchild’s head and gave him a fierce kiss. "Is this the little gift you mentioned preparing for me?"

"Yes." Julian Fairchild felt the soft touch fleetingly, "From now on, you’ll live in the Fairchild Family until you’re pleased."

Maeve Lane slightly raised an eyebrow, "And what about your mother...?"

"It’s been taken care of." Julian Fairchild replied calmly, "I’ll stay with you."

Miles Hughes thought to himself, Young Master is blatantly challenging Madame.

Also making Madame see clearly who the real master of the Fairchild Family is right now, even if it’s Old Master Fairchild...

A dim light flashed in his eyes, it wasn’t for naught that Young Master had been quietly building up his strength all these years. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Thank you, darling." Maeve Lane said in an intentionally softened voice.

Sylvia Lane looked at Julian Fairchild with eyes like a wolf that hadn’t eaten lamb for centuries, and she felt a bit jealous inside.

Julian Fairchild was somewhat surprised, but more delighted, "I’m glad you like it."

Maeve Lane asked, "So can I have her do things now?"

"Of course."

Sylvia Lane gritted her teeth, her eyes clearly saying, don’t go too far.

Maeve Lane chuckled lightly, "Go fetch a foot basin."

Sylvia Lane was stunned, blurting out, "You want me to wash your feet?!"

Maeve Lane said with considerable disdain, "You washing my feet, I’d even find it dirty."

"What I’m saying is, you should wash the feet of every servant in the Fairchild Family, one by one." Maeve Lane realized she had a mischievous streak in her too, but since the target was Sylvia Lane, she felt a sense of joy.

An indescribable pleasure.

"One by one! Are you crazy!" Sylvia Lane rushed over from one side with a fierce momentum, her expression a bit ferocious.

Let her wash the feet of those servants!

How dare Maeve Lane!

Just the thought made Sylvia Lane feel like vomiting! Since childhood, Anson Lane had treasured her dearly, how could he ever let her wash his feet! Not even her parents, let alone anyone else!

Impossible!

She would rather die than wash their feet!

Julian Fairchild’s voice sounded icy, "The second time, Miles."

Miles Hughes swiftly subdued Sylvia Lane with a beautiful hold, as she continuously cried and struggled, "Yes."

"Fairchild! I love you! You can’t let this woman, Maeve Lane, treat me this way, you can’t!"

"She’s just a little prettier than me! Why do you only have eyes for her!"

"I love you so much, I’m willing to do anything for you!"

Maeve Lane’s expression gradually turned unkind, "Julian Fairchild, does she always address you like this?"

Julian Fairchild’s survival instinct was strong, "Mad ramblings, who would pay attention to what she usually says."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sylvia Lane’s face suddenly turned pale, and she stopped struggling.

Maeve Lane’s lips curled slightly.

This man, he now knows exactly how to please a woman.

But there was another woman here, and Maeve Lane suddenly became very possessive, wanting to keep such a Julian Fairchild hidden just for herself, to secretly enjoy his affection.

She looked up, leaning close to the man’s ear, "Let Miles take care of things here, let’s go back to bed."

Julian Fairchild’s grip on her hand tightened, for some reason.

He felt this time when she mentioned going to bed was slightly different from before.

As expected.

Maeve Lane quickly added, under the light with a seductive beauty, "Tonight you get a reward."

Julian Fairchild’s expression remained noble and elegant, yet he couldn’t help but swallow, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

He took large strides carrying her upstairs, the sudden movement almost made Maeve Lane cry out in surprise.