Several people around watched Mrs. Fairchild's face turn from red to blue, then white!
Sylvia Lane felt an ominous premonition swelling in her heart.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Fairchild hung up the phone.
Sylvia Lane quickly leaned forward, "Mrs. Fairchild, what did Fairchild say, did he agree!"
Mrs. Fairchild sighed, speaking to Sylvia Lane in a tone of sympathy, "He said you're Maeve Lane's servant. If you want to leave, it needs to make Maeve happy."
Sylvia Lane felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her, chilling her from head to toe, and she said in a daze, "Make... Maeve happy..."
How was this possible!
If it were her, she would wish for Maeve to serve as her servant for a lifetime, always under her foot!
There's no way Maeve would let her go.
