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

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 imdiately 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 so other day."

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

Yet Julian ca back today, "Ask soone 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 co you don’t even smile when you see your mom after so long?" Mrs. Fairchild chided.

Sylvia Lane stood to the side, sowhat awkward, and as soon as Mrs. Fairchild finished talking, she imdiately linked arms with her and shyly smiled, "Fairchild, long ti 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 so comportnt 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 ti, which was incredibly unexpected, "Yes, yes, yes, butler, have soone prepare the young master’s room!"

"Yes, madam," the butler imdiately 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.

...

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 al was sumptuous. As Sylvia Lane walked in, she felt like she had stepped into a dieval 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 movent stalled.

She helplessly looked toward Mrs. Fairchild.

Mrs. Fairchild’s entire attention was on Julian Fairchild, having no ti 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 ?"

Sylvia Lane’s face imdiately 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."

"Soone, take her phone away."

Sylvia Lane’s mind went blank!

Stay in the Fairchild Family!

Could it be... to serve him?

The joy ca 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 imdiately 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 an 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 asured, unlike that wild girl Maeve Lane."

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

The al 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, extrely handso. Without ntioning his power, just his looks and physique could make countless won 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.

...

anwhile,

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 imdiately 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 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."