"Oh no, Seventh Master!"
Mary Johnson shouted before even entering the room.
"Miss Grant is missing..."
Her panicked voice froze the moment she spotted Ella Grant. Itwas as if someone had hit the mute button; her mouth moved, but no sound came out.
"Uh, Miss Grant, what's going on?"
Lenn shot Mary a look, and she immediately fell silent.
"It's nothing; I called her up here."
Hearing this, Mary let out a sigh of relief. However, as she watched the Grant family heiress standing next to her boss, she couldn't shake the feeling that they looked oddly well-matched...
A match made in heaven.
Especially after Ella Grant put on her makeup, she looked like a celestial being, as if she had transformed completely. Standing together, they appeared even more harmonious.
"I'm leaving now," Ella Grant said, sensing Mary Johnson's curious gaze.
"Alright, alright! I'll arrange for a stylist for you," Mary Johnson hurriedly led her downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, Mary Johnson stood before Lenn Pei again.
"Boss, you and Miss Grant..." she started but hesitated.
"I can handle it myself," Lenn replied, cutting her off.
Mary Johnson swallowed her words and quietly stepped back to attend to her other tasks.
Oliver Grant and Leo Grant had been waiting for a long time without seeing Ella come out. They felt both curious and weary; it had been noon when they arrived, and now the sky was darkening. With no signs of movement from upstairs, they decided to go check on her.
Unexpectedly, they ran into Mary Johnson coming down the stairs.
"Oh my, my two young masters! Why are you in such a hurry? The fairy will be down any moment. Make way for Miss Grant!"
The two men exchanged a glance before turning back to the entrance of the stairs.
The first thing that caught their eyes was a black skirt, its dark hue giving off an air of mystery.
Then, Ella Grant's slender waist came into view, causing the two men to hold their breath as they looked up.
The moment she appeared, gasps of astonishment filled the room, followed by a long silence.
They had no idea that the usually low-key and reserved Ella Grant, who often hid behind a thick fringe and sometimes appeared a bit plain, could transform into someone so stunning when she shed her youthful exterior.
Her deep-set eyes were captivating enough to ensnare any man, framed by long, well-defined lashes. Unlike the innocent gaze of an ordinary girl, the made-up Ella Grant possessed a striking beauty that was hard to ignore.
With a high, straight nose, tightly pressed lips, and a piercing gaze, her powerful aura demanded attention.
Dressed in that black gown, she resembled a seductive dark angel, tempting anyone to fall under her spell.
Everyone present found it impossible to look away from Elle Grant.
It was unclear who started it first, but soon applause erupted in the room.
Elle shrugged lightly. She had already confirmed that her