Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 334 - 221: Pamper Your Man Yourself

"If you don’t believe..."

Mrs. Fairchild stared unblinkingly at the door slowly opening before her, as Miles Hughes handed her a phone.

"You can contact the old gentleman."

Mrs. Fairchild’s fingers trembled slightly as she shakily dialed the number.

But it was always a busy signal, showing no sign of someone answering.

Miles continued to smile, "You can keep trying, dinner will be sent to you soon; it’s the French cuisine you love."

Mrs. Fairchild was no longer paying attention to what Miles was saying, as an inexplicable suspicion loomed in her mind, only to be repeatedly overturned by her own denial—she dared not believe it.

Maeve Lane returned to the Fairchild Residence.

Julian Fairchild had warned everyone yesterday through Miles, so Maeve faced no obstacles upon entering.

After walking a few steps, she saw a long line ahead.

Looking to the end of her line of sight, Maeve saw Sylvia Lane kneeling on the ground, washing someone’s feet.

She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but now soaked in dirt, as if she had rolled in mud all night, with fabric worn at the elbows and knees, her hair disheveled and even tangled, an expression of fear and daze, devoid of yesterday’s arrogance and disdain.

Even though the servant she was cleaning for was a kind-looking man in his fifties, with yellow and thick calluses covering his feet, he smiled shyly as he removed his socks, while several other servants laughed and covered their noses.

Sylvia seemed overwhelmed by the smell, her nose twitching, her stomach churning violently, unable to help but dry-heave, her hands shaking uncontrollably in the footbath.

Maeve was watching when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

It was Miles.

"Miss Lane, the young master said you should eat something first when you return and not watch these... lest it spoil your appetite."

"Hmm." Maeve glanced one last time, feeling astonished that Sylvia had submitted to this overnight—how was it possible?

She directly asked Miles, "How did Julian’s manager make her like this yesterday?"

Miles chuckled, "They just... gave her a little scare."

Maeve smiled knowingly, "I see."

"How many servants are there in the Fairchild Family?"

"Including gardeners, security, cleaners, chefs, drivers, there are a total of 112 people here." Miles had obtained accurate data yesterday, so he answered promptly.

Over a hundred people.

That’s quite a lot.

Even if Sylvia washes each person for five minutes, it would take a long time.

But Maeve wasn’t inclined to sympathize with her.

"You mentioned there were over a hundred people here, does that mean there’s another area?" Maeve asked as she followed Miles to the dining area.

"Yes, the Fairchild Family has another area that is permanently sealed off, with servants there too, roughly the same number as here," Miles replied.

"Permanently sealed off? Forbidden area? Why does it sound so mysterious?"

"It’s nothing mysterious," Miles smiled and added, "Miss Lane, if you’re interested in seeing it, I can request the young master’s permission, but he’s likely to refuse."

"Refuse?" Maeve frowned, "Is there a woman living there?"

"No, no, no," Miles hurriedly explained, "Miss Lane, don’t misunderstand, otherwise the young master will definitely take it out on me."

"The elder young master used to live there. Since he left, the old gentleman sealed the area off, not allowing anyone in. Do you think the young master would satisfy your curiosity about another man?"

Maeve’s lips twitched slightly, "That’s his brother."

Miles mimicked Julian’s tone, saying sternly, "Even a brother is another man."

Maeve: "..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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After finishing her meal, Maeve wandered aimlessly around the Fairchild Family compound.

She had just confirmed her group joining time with Director Osborne earlier, at the end of the month. However, she wouldn’t be idle during this time, as she’d need to work with Mrs. Roland to adapt the script, shoot commercials, and attend various activities.

Online denunciations of Maeve had visibly decreased, and as the company had already issued clarifications, most of Maeve’s fans were supporting her, thinking that soon this matter will come to an end.

After all, the endless scandals had tired netizens; countless fans were disappointed, and even if Sylvia was attempting a comeback, she wouldn’t stir much commotion.

She sat on a rock, a high rock, with crystal-clear lake water below. The Fairchild Family had transformed this lake into their backyard, with a design preserving the natural beauty to the greatest extent.

The lake was cold, and Maeve suddenly took off her shoes and socks, placing them aside, revealing her fair, jade-like feet, and dipped her toes in the water, then submerged both feet.