Chương 88: I wish there would be a rich lady who could see through my pretense of strength

What Lola Hussey didn't expect was that being a Hussey not only gets you in.

But once you're in, you're treated like a deity.

Everyone here is fearful of offending her in any way.

"Well, I came mainly to see Fitzroy Sullivan, could you tell me where he is?" Lola Hussey was always concerned about her main business here.

She thought that Fitzroy Sullivan must be a well-known person around here, whom everyone knows once mentioned.

But they sincerely told her, "Miss Hussey, please wait a moment while I check the worker's list."

Lola Hussey: "...Oh."

They swiftly came back and took her to meet Fitzroy Sullivan.

Under the scorching sun, the man named Fitzroy Sullivan was crouching there, tinkering with a screw in his black T-shirt. He looked thin, tanned, with a yellow safety helmet on his head, humming while working.

Somebody yelled out:

"Fitzroy Sullivan, take a break from your work, Miss Hussey is looking for you."

"Understood," Fiztroy Sullivan responded.