Jeremy, holding the snack, calmly parted his lips seemingly and asked, “Where will Mr. Carter's wedding be held tomorrow?”

The maid replied without hesitation, “It's at the Royal Palace of St. Piaf. Wasn't it written on Mr. Whitman's wedding invitation?”

“Of course, it was. I just wanted to confirm it,” Jeremy quickly responded with a reasonable answer.

The maid did not have any doubts, and instead, she praised, “Mr. Whitman, you are so careful. But your leg injury is very serious. If you go to the wedding tomorrow, you’ll still have to be careful.”

“Thank you for the reminder. I will pay attention to it.”

Jeremy politely thanked the maid again. When he noticed that the maid had been looking at him with joy, he looked away indifferently.

“I heard that Mr. Carter had just gotten married a few months ago, so why is he getting married again so soon?”

When the maid heard that, her expression changed slightly. Fearfully, she glanced at the door and then lowered her voice to speak.

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