Harvey was impressed with the amount of beautiful women in Wolsing.

“And who’s that?” he asked.

“One of the most respected descendants of the Hunt family’s third generation, Lady Marlee Hunt,” Yvonne said. “My relationship with her is less than stellar.”

Harvey froze, then smiled faintly. “The butler, and the lady… Why are so many people here during our meal?”

“Your dear mother-in-law must’ve sold you out,” Yvonne replied with a dark expression.

Harvey nodded, looking curious. “They’re her