“Mom, Master… Don’t you think I’m not good enough for Mr. Laurence?”

Lilian gave Noelle a light rap on the head.

Jane glared at Noelle.

Noelle rubbed the sore spot and cried in pain, “Master.”

It had been ages since Lilian did that to her.

“I don’t want to hear that coming from you again. Don’t you dare think about it. I can’t stand to hear it. Who said you weren’t good enough? Spill the beans. I’m going to have a word with these people. How do you not deserve Laurence? You’re an outst