Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 295 - 208: Fairchild Family’s Threshold Worn Thin

"Who’s this? Why have I never seen her by your side before?"

Mrs. Fairchild frowned, never expecting her friends to suddenly drop by.

They just happened to catch Sylvia Lane here.

An elegantly poised woman smiled faintly and said, "Must be a daughter of so distant relative, quite pretty indeed."

Sylvia Lane smiled, with a deep aning, "I’m a daughter of the Lane Family, my na is Sylvia Lane."

As soon as she said this, the faces of the group of socialites changed dramatically.

The Lane Family.

Who in this upper circle didn’t know about the arranged marriage between the Fairchild and Lane families?

No one knew why the Fairchilds, a century-old aristocratic family, took a liking to a family not even counted as new nobility in Aurelia like the Lanes.

But they did take a liking, and that was not open to discussion.

First, the young lady of the Lane family had an accident, and then the Second Miss Lane had yet to appear in the public eye.

For the past few years, the socialites of Aurelia began to stir with anticipation.

The threshold of the Fairchild family was nearly being worn down.

These ladies secretly entertained thoughts of matchmaking for their daughters, but were caught off guard by Mrs. Fairchild already being so close with a Miss from the Lane family.

How could it not be frustrating!

Mrs. Fairchild glanced at Sylvia Lane, "Yes, she’s Sylvia Lane. You’ll probably see her often from now on."

She spoke without much thought.

It was simply because Sylvia Lane often ca to the Fairchild Residence to fulfill her filial duties.

But the butler by her side couldn’t stop it in ti.

Didn’t this indirectly say that the mistress was very satisfied with Sylvia Lane?

Yet would the young master agree?

The room fell silent for a mont, everyone quietly absorbing the weight of that statent.

The woman in the purple mink coat was the first to react, smiling as she spoke, "No wonder the reputation is well-deserved, the daughter of the Lane family is indeed beautiful."

Sylvia Lane gave a shy smile, "Please take care of in the future, ladies."

Most people’s eyes on Sylvia Lane changed, everyone discreetly observed her every move, like appraising a product, scrutinizing her with the most critical gaze.

Suddenly, a young lady lightly covered her mouth, surprised, "Haven’t you acted before?"

Imdiately, all eyes were openly focused on Sylvia Lane.

Feeling sowhat anxious, she replied, "I’ve acted a little."

"Weren’t you having a big spat with an actor nad Maeve Lane a while back?"

"...Yes."

The young lady teased, "Haha, that’s quite a coincidence. My daughter recently beca fond of Maeve Lane and kept asking to give you so trouble..."

Sylvia Lane’s face stiffened, "Haha, rely children’s talk, the dia exaggerated it."

"Exactly, that’s what I told her. In our family, we don’t indulge such behavior, her father gave her a good talk; we ended up knowing each other because of this."

"I’ll introduce you to my daughter soday, just to make sure she doesn’t misunderstand you if you ever et again." She surveyed the room with a smile, and a few exchanged knowing looks.

"But being an actor sounds exhausting, and you don’t earn much, right?"

"Indeed, it’s all about hard-earned money, flying high or diving underwater."

"Also, having to mind other people’s faces, just because an editor writes a few words you have to cry, isn’t it stifling...?"

Sylvia Lane felt a bit ashad, in front of a family of this level, she was just an actor who couldn’t make it to the stage.

She looked towards Mrs. Fairchild, hoping she’d speak a few words for her.

But Mrs. Fairchild had frowned as well.

Such a bitter, arduous job, yet Julian went into it.

He was completely captivated by that vixen!

Back then, for Julian, the Fairchilds shielded him from the world so tightly that few even among the closest families had seen his face.

People just didn’t know.

Soone they couldn’t even et face-to-face back then, now showcasing himself every day for that girl.

The more Mrs. Fairchild thought about it, the angrier she beca, and seeing the timid-looking Sylvia Lane only fueled her temper, "Get out! What are you doing here? You’re an eyesore."

"I’m... I’m sorry."

Sylvia Lane tightened her grip on the teapot, smiling, "Then Mrs. Fairchild, I’ll co and see you another day."

Mrs. Fairchild, frowning, spoke to the others, ignoring Sylvia Lane.

"Your na is Sylvia, right? The way you’re dressed is far too plain, considering you’re visiting Mrs. Fairchild. If you hadn’t introduced yourself earlier, I’d have thought you were a staff mber at the Fairchild Residence..." She paused before restraining herself, but even unspoken, the implication was clear it wasn’t a kind statent.