Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 354 - 227: Young Master, We Hit Someone 3

Sylvia Lane didn’t dare to offend her because she was the most powerful servant after the housekeeper. She nodded cautiously and said, "Okay."

She pretended to be seriously wiping the stair rail, and asked casually, "Who are you delivering such delicate food to?"

"Mind your own business!"

"Oh, okay." Sylvia secretly gritted her teeth, feeling truly humiliated here!

The servant walked away with the tray. After observing for so many days, Sylvia had roughly confird in her heart that these things were for Mrs. Fairchild!

As long as she followed the lead, she would be able to find her!

The servant walked quite a distance, and just before disappearing from view, Sylvia threw down the cloth and stealthily followed her.

The Fairchild estate was vast, with villas scattered around like a solid fortress.

Even after being here for so long, Sylvia hadn’t figured out the layout, her activity limited to the main house.

This ti, the servant left the main house and walked straight down a path to the right, Sylvia imdiately followed, and soon, a villa she had never seen before appeared in front of her!

She observed the surroundings, then slipped in quietly through a small gate!

The servant hadn’t noticed her, allowing Sylvia to follow her upstairs. Soon, the servant knocked on a door.

The hallway was entirely guarded by black-clad bodyguards, and Sylvia quickly counted at least twenty of them!

Oh no.

With such heavy guarding, she had no way to release Mrs. Fairchild, and it was difficult to even get close!

Just then, a black-clad bodyguard spotted Sylvia and walked straight over, "What are you doing here!"

His tone was fierce, but Sylvia was dressed in a dirty servant outfit, clearly a Fairchild servant, so he didn’t imdiately capture her.

"I... I got lost, and stopped to look at the paintings here..." Sylvia made a clumsy excuse and quickly ran off.

The black-clad bodyguard on the left side of the hallway approached, "Boss, do we need to catch her?"

"No need, even if she has bad intentions, could she get away with it on our turf?"

"..."

...

Sylvia returned to the main house lost and dejected.

No hope!

Really no hope!

Was she really going to be a servant here for the rest of her life?

At this ti, a voice ca from the main house living room:

"Sylvia Lane! Get in here and serve the guest tea, where did you run off to!" A slightly chubby maid stood at the door, holding a teapot, "Hurry up, I have other work to do! This is an important guest, don’t be negligent! Shaw will be here soon!"

Shaw was the maid who delivered tasks for Mrs. Fairchild.

Sylvia took the teapot like a zombie, and as she walked in, before she could see clearly, the person inside had already recognized her.

"...Sylvia Lane? Is it really you? I thought I heard the wrong na."

Sylvia’s heart raced, her eyes widened with disbelief, "Is that you... Mila Miller!"

"It’s ." Mila looked at her strangely, "Why are you wearing such clothes, and still here at the Fairchild Family..."

Sylvia replied awkwardly, "It’s a long story. What brings you here?"

She had t Mila on a variety show once, exchanged contact information afterward, and thus considered a nodding acquaintance.

"I ca to thank Fairchild. Last ti, I collapsed and he saved !" Mila lowered her gaze, her voice shy, "He left his phone number and left. I thought I’d co to thank him in person and also visit my distant aunt for my mother."

Sylvia frowned and said, "Distant aunt?"

"Yes, a quite distant relative, and we hadn’t been in contact. This visit will strengthen our ties..." Her voice grew softer, feeling a stirring inside her, "By the way, where is Mrs. Fairchild?"

Sylvia snapped out of her shock, suddenly rushing over to hug Mila and cried, "Mila, you have to save Mrs. Fairchild! Fairchild locked her up, it’s been months!!"

Mila was montarily surprised, "Mrs. Fairchild is locked up?"

"Yes! Who would’ve thought she’d be tornted like this in her later years? Can you bear to see her continue being confined like this?!" Sylvia exaggerated, when in fact, apart from restricting her freedom, Julian Fairchild hadn’t changed Mrs. Fairchild’s lifestyle!

Sylvia cried uncontrollably, and Mila furrowed her brows, "Is what you’re saying true?"

"If you don’t believe , I can take you to see, it’s just across the way!" Sylvia seed to have grasped a lifeline, pulling Mila along as she headed outside!