As if Butler Thomas’s thoughts had come to manifestation. Downstairs, in the mansion’s living room, Maid Alice welcomed a guest, who turned out to be Mr. Carter, Lynette’s dad, into the sitting area. “I will inform the Butler of your arrival, Mr. Carter,” she said kindly, her every gesture radiating the air of someone who had undergone professional training. “Thank you so much. Please let him know I’m here for my daughter, Lynette,” Mr. Carter said, while subtly looking around to see if he could spot that bastard fate had tied to his daughter. “Yes, Mr. Carter, I will inform him of your presence now,” she responded, walking to the landline at the right-hand corner of the mahogany table. Ring! Ring! After two rings, Butler Thomas picked up. “What is it?” His voice came out muffled. “Grandpa Butler, we have a guest here. He said he is Miss Lynette’s father.” “WHAT?” Butler Thomas’s voice rose in surprise before turning muffled again. “Just try as much as possible t
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