Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 324 - 217: Miss Maeve Lane, the Young Master Awaits You Here_3

Chapter 324: Chapter 217: Miss Maeve Lane, the Young Master Awaits You Here_3

The Fairchild Family’s estate is vast; it takes tens of minutes to drive around it, showcasing grandeur and luxury everywhere.

Walking on the cobblestone path, Mrs. Fairchild spoke faintly, "You..."

"Madam, the young master has returned."

The words on Mrs. Fairchild’s lips immediately changed to a slightly excited tone, "Julian is back?"

"Yes."

Sylvia Lane also nervously clasped her hands, "Madam, Fairchild is back, let’s take a walk some other day."

"Alright." Mrs. Fairchild couldn’t hide her joy, especially since, after the last unpleasant incident, Julian hadn’t returned home voluntarily for a long time. He recently asked Miles to drive in to take Maeve away without even greeting her!

Yet Julian came back today, "Ask someone to drive us to the main house..."

Before she could finish speaking, a cold voice rang out—

"No need."

Mrs. Fairchild and Sylvia Lane both froze.

Steady and powerful footsteps approached from afar, and in the next second, Julian Fairchild stood before them with a frosty expression.

"Julian, you’re back!" Mrs. Fairchild, not noticing Julian’s unusual behavior, cheerfully approached to scrutinize the youngest son she hadn’t seen in days, "Have you eaten? Shall I ask Auntie Warren to cook for you? A fresh batch of caviar was just shipped from Germany today, why not stay at the old house tonight, huh?"

"How come you don’t even smile when you see your mom after so long?" Mrs. Fairchild chided.

Sylvia Lane stood to the side, somewhat awkward, and as soon as Mrs. Fairchild finished talking, she immediately linked arms with her and shyly smiled, "Fairchild, long time no see."

She smiled with grace and a hint of girlish affection. Though she didn’t learn other things in the Fairchild residence, she did pick up on some comportment of noble ladies.

But Julian Fairchild did not even glance at her, not sparing her a bit of his gaze.

"Let’s go."

Mrs. Fairchild was even happier that Julian did not argue back this time, which was incredibly unexpected, "Yes, yes, yes, butler, have someone prepare the young master’s room!"

"Yes, madam," the butler immediately arranged for staff to do it.

Actually, Julian Fairchild’s room was cleaned every day so it would be ready for him whenever he returned.

... 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Seated across from each other at the long dining table engraved with silver patterns, Julian Fairchild and Mrs. Fairchild.

The dishes were crisp and clean, decorated with silver vines, the candle holders flickered, and the meal was sumptuous. As Sylvia Lane walked in, she felt like she had stepped into a medieval noble’s dining scene.

She glanced at Julian Fairchild, then at Mrs. Fairchild, her eyes flickered, and she chose a seat closest to Julian.

The man was looking at his phone, his thin lips moved, yet his tone was undeniable, "Stand."

Sylvia Lane’s movement stalled.

She helplessly looked toward Mrs. Fairchild.

Mrs. Fairchild’s entire attention was on Julian Fairchild, having no time for others, "Julian asked you to stand, then stand, don’t affect his appetite."

Sylvia Lane bit her lip, smiled, "Alright Fairchild, I’ll just stand by you, if you need anything, I can fetch it for you."

Julian Fairchild spoke indifferently, "Do you like me?"

Sylvia Lane’s face immediately flushed. If she looked up now, she would definitely see the indifference and disgust in Julian Fairchild’s eyes.

"Um..." She murmured like a mosquito.

"Be my servant, willing?"

"Willing!"

Julian Fairchild sneered slightly, "Then for this period, stay in the Fairchild Family."

"Someone, take her phone away."

Sylvia Lane’s mind went blank!

Stay in the Fairchild Family!

Could it be... to serve him?

The joy came too suddenly, Sylvia Lane’s heart was about to jump out of her throat, she hurriedly and repeatedly agreed, "Okay!"

Julian Fairchild had never spoken so much to her before, Sylvia Lane felt like she was on cloud nine.

She didn’t hesitate at all, and immediately handed over her phone and everything else!

The Fairchild Family was no ordinary wealthy aristocratic family. Even being a servant to Julian Fairchild, surely many socialites outside couldn’t wait for it!

As long as she took the initiative, maybe she could replace Maeve Lane’s position!

The nearby servant checked the items and put them into a black safe in front of Sylvia Lane.

Mrs. Fairchild was pleased, did it mean Julian had a thing for Sylvia Lane now?

He wasn’t usually this talkative!

Mrs. Fairchild’s gaze flitted between the two, smiling, "Julian, have you thought it through? You should have chosen Sylvia long ago. Sylvia is caring, sensible, and measured, unlike that wild girl Maeve Lane."

Julian Fairchild remained silent, the cold light in his eyes growing colder.

The meal ended.

Mrs. Fairchild glanced at the shy Sylvia Lane, smiled, "Julian, you two have a good talk, I’ll go first."

Sylvia Lane heard the door close, feeling even more nervous inside.

Now it was just Julian Fairchild and her.

The man had broad shoulders and a slim waist, extremely handsome. Without mentioning his power, just his looks and physique could make countless women fall for him.

She mustered the courage, wanting to hug Julian Fairchild from behind.

But she had just moved a step when—

The heavy carved door was pushed open wide on both sides.

Miles Hughes’s voice rang out: "Miss Maeve Lane, the young master is waiting for you here."

Maeve Lane!

How could she be here!

Sylvia Lane felt as if she had been struck by lightning, standing dumbly in place.

...

Meanwhile,

Mrs. Fairchild walked out delightedly, slightly turning her head to see two bodyguards in full black standing at the door.

Her pupils contracted, "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, a chop from the opposite side knocked her unconscious.

As Maeve Lane walked in, she immediately noticed the dumbfounded Sylvia Lane.

Raising an eyebrow, she stopped in her tracks.

Julian Fairchild heard her footsteps and turned around to walk over.

"Why did you bring me here?" Maeve Lane, held by him, her slender white legs wrapped around his strong waist.

Sylvia Lane watched with reddened eyes, her jealousy almost exploding.

"You’ve been tired these days." Julian Fairchild held Maeve Lane, leaned down to capture her moist lips, tenderly indulging in a fondness never shown to outsiders, "I found you a servant."