Based on the kick Bertha Marley took at the study room's entrance this morning, Isabella Lindsey concluded that if she dared to deliver herself again, it would surely not end well.
Because.
The man's face already had the words "I don't like you" clearly written on it.
Yet, Bertha Marley, feeling quite good about herself, insisted on getting close to him.
Then wouldn't it be better to fulfill her wishes?
As Isabella Lindsey predicted.
When Bertha Marley stood at the study room door, not even a minute passed before the door was opened from the inside.
Julian Johnsons strode out with a rebellious air, not glancing sideways, directly landing his gaze on Isabella Lindsey, sitting on the living room couch, with a hint of deep emotion pouring out from his gloomy eyes.
Bertha Marley stood beside him, sweetly smiling, "Young Master Julian, you've been busy all afternoon, would you like a cup of coffee to perk you up?"
