Old Master Lawrence still felt a stifled sensation as if his punch had landed in cotton, and with a taut face, he said, "XX, go see her off."
The seasoned housekeeper behind him immediately bowed, "Yes, Old Lord."
The housekeeper walked in front of Enna Clark, "Ms. Clark, come with me, please."
"Alright." Enna Clark turned back and respectfully bowed to the imposing old man on the sofa, "Grandpa, goodbye."
Having done all this, she then followed the housekeeper's steps and left together.
Once the room's door closed, the housekeeper, leading two steps ahead of her, spoke with a kind and friendly expression, "Ms. Clark, it's been a long time."
"A long time indeed."
"It feels like the day I saw Ms. Clark at the hotel was just yesterday, yet it's already been over a year. You seem to have grown a lot since I last saw you."
Last time, following Old Lord's instructions, he'd blocked Enna Clark at the elevator and brought her to meet the Old Lord.