NOVPUBIf 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.
"Young master, please wait a moment, once I’ve helped the lady choose her evening gown, I’ll come to give you your fashion design lesson."
Butler Rocky glanced at his watch, responding to the blonde young master Kyle.
"No problem, I’ll wait for you in my room!"
Kyle smiled heartily and waved to Butler Rocky.
On the distant sofa, Christina held the book with one hand, full of doubt.
"..."
Christina somewhat understood why her brother wanted to learn fashion design.
It was simply to make some new clothes for his beloved Demon Race maids.
Her brother had had this thought before, but Christina had not expected that he would actually settle down and actively seek to learn!
Floral City Pariel is recognized as the fashion capital of the South Continent, and the Poson Fashion Week held there every year is one of the most eye-catching events in the entire South Continent fashion industry, gathering numerous top fashion brands and designers, leading the fashion trends of the South Continent.
Fashion designers and pattern makers are very promising professions.
Pariel is also an important educational and scientific research center in the eastern region of the South Continent, with many world-class higher education resources and research institutes, such as Poson Polytechnic Institute, Pariel Higher Design University, and so on.
Although a professional design teacher from Pariel was previously hired for her brother, he couldn’t be bothered to stick with it for even a couple of days.
And now he actually seemed eager to learn, wanting to go back to school.
"Where on earth did Kyle brother find him to come back..."
She sat up on the sofa and murmured to herself in utter confusion.
Not even the teachers from the Royal Arolan Academy had the naturally elegant demeanor this man possessed in everything he said and did.
Time passed, and Christina lay on the sofa, unable to fall asleep for a long while.
Her mind was full of questions and worries.
The afternoon sun in the courtyard of Count Bathist’s Mansion gradually turned to a deeper shade of gold-orange, accompanied by a whiff of fragrance from the flower beds, casting its light into the first floor of the mansion’s reception hall, announcing the arrival of sunset in Floral City Pariel.
Christina’s cheeks were gradually climbed by the sunset colors.
Just then, she noticed a figure passing by the reception hall.
"Butler."
Christina called out to the butler, who was carrying a suitcase and seemed to be about to leave.
"Miss Christina, is there something you need?"
Butler Rocky stopped.
"What exactly have you done to my family?"
Christina sat up and stood, walking over, determined to have a frank conversation with the butler.
No matter what the motive, whether good-hearted or harboring ill will toward her family,
Forceful, she could not oppose, just as her other family members had already been won over by this butler Rocky, her resistance was probably as futile as a moth to a flame.
If it was possible to talk, she certainly had to find a way to negotiate.
"I have merely been diligently fulfilling my duties as a butler."
Butler Rocky replied. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
"No, you’re lying to me, you must have done something to them, like, like you’ve brainwashed them!"
Christina said to him, clenching her hands tightly.
The way this man played house with her was simply toying with her.
She had never seen a butler who could get the employer’s family addicted, so to speak.
"..."
The butler turned around, his gaze carrying a hint of regret.
"Miss Christina, so this is how you see me."
He sighed deeply.
"I have a question, compared with others, have you ever considered yourself first? Are your every will and decisions made by yourself?"
The butler set his suitcase on the low table, ready to have a serious chat with her,
"Born into the comfortably well-off Count Bathist family, praised as a talented young woman with a good education, and qualified to inherit the family business, you’re bound to become a person of high status and influence in Floral City Pariel. This, I suppose, is the rough outline of the life path set for you, isn’t it?"
"Of course, my will is decided by me. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have gone to study in Arolan Kingdom!"
Christina retorted immediately.
She was displeased with his words.
Although it wasn’t exactly offensive, she had an instinctual repulsion to such notions.
"In my opinion, you probably like Floral City Pariel and your own family very much; otherwise, you wouldn’t have come back just a month after the start of term, taking advantage of the holidays."
Butler Rocky shifted to a different topic as if conducting an analysis.
"Of course, I like it."
Christina admitted.
She wouldn’t deny this point; she took pride in being the eldest daughter of the Bathist family.
"Think about it, you clearly love Floral City Pariel and your family, yet you chose to study abroad in Arolan Kingdom. Is it because you wanted to escape the reputation of the Bathist family? If the answer is yes, then to some extent, it shows that you care a lot about the views of others and the negative reputation of your family, and you made this decision reluctantly under the influence of others. Is this really following your own will?"
