"To be pampered so meticulously, I'd be willing to become a horse in my next life."
Scarlett Yates wholeheartedly agreed with this sentiment.
Being treated like a lord, even as a horse, is indeed more comfortable than being a human.
At the very least, the carefree aspect is something humans can't match.
To welcome them, lunch was incredibly lavish.
The long white dining table was filled with delicious dishes, with at least thirty or forty courses aligned in rows.
Every dish was exquisitely crafted, resembling works of art, and made people reluctant to eat them.
Scarlett, having stayed at the Saxon Family for a time and experienced their luxury, wasn't overly surprised when faced with a table full of food.
Stella Nelson was dumbfounded, tugging on Scarlett's sleeve and whispering in her ear, "Scarlett, how many people are eating lunch today?"
"Four, you, me, George, and Mr. Anthony."
