The servant's face flashed with a hint of awkwardness as she sheepishly approached Arabella Vanderbilt.
"Princess Arabella..."
Arabella was dressed in a down jacket, with a scarf around her neck, wrapping herself tightly, looking bulky and ordinary compared to Hunter Princeton in his sleek trench coat...
Arabella closed the car door, stared at her for a while, and chuckled softly:
"It seems someone didn't have time to tell you, I brought an extra person this time on short notice."
The servant's face transformed through a series of hues: blue, red, and green.
There were a few more people standing respectfully at the entrance, heads bowed, not wearing uniform servant attire, indicating that life here was still rather unrestrained.
Arabella raised her eyebrows and asked the group:
"This person shouldn't be the steward of the estate, right?"
