As he was talking, an indifferent voice sounded next to him, "So that is the Darryl I've heard so much about. There doesn't seem to be anything special about him."

The voice belonged to Tilda. While speaking, she looked at Darryl with undisguised contempt in her eyes. Of course, she had heard all about the things Darryl did, especially from Emily, but she was a little disappointed when she saw him.

The man standing in front of her was dressed no different from an ordinary person. His looks were a little above average, but apart from that, nothing else made him seem outstanding. He was far from what she had imagined.

"Tilda! Behave yourself!" Emily admonished her.

Tilda stuck out her tongue and said nothing else, but the unwillingness was apparent all over her face.

Emily smiled at Darryl and said, "Second Young Master, that is my cousin, Tilda. She just graduated from university. Please forgive her for her immaturity."

Darryl waved his hand, smiled, and said, "No worries."

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