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Jason said, “Come on in, it’s freezing out here!”

Estelle was about to turn around when a servant jogged over, “Ms. Macclain!”

Jason asked coolly, “What’s up?”

The servant replied, “There’s someone outside claiming to be Ms. Macclain’s father, and wanting to have a word

with her!”

Estelle’s expression faded slightly. The Macclains were still lingering outside?

Jason had noticed them when he arrived, his demeanor chilly, “Tell them Ms. Macclain is not available!”

The servant promptly nodded and hurried off.

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Jason turned to Estelle, “You don’t have to see the Macclains anymore.”

Estelle responded with a lukewarm tone, “I know.”

“Let’s go!” said Jason, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her towards the living room.

As Estelle stepped through the door, her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it and sighed; it was from

Manley. She’d almost forgotten about him!

Manley texted, [Estelle, the beauties down under are waiting for me. I’m heading back first, don’t forget to miss

me!]

A gentle smile crossed Estelle’s face as she texted back, [Safe travels!]

Manley replied, [If you ask me to stay, I will!]

Estelle texted, [Hurry up, don’t keep the Aussie beauties waiting.]

Manley sent back a cheeky emoji which blew a kiss.

Estelle put away her phone and paid him no further attention.

The servant went to relay the message to Bennett. Upon hearing that Estelle flat-out refused to see him, Bennett

turned an angry shade of blue.

Simone muttered under her breath, “I knew it. She won’t help us. She’s climbed up the social ladder and looks

down on the Macclain family now.”

Terrence thought for a moment, then handed a genuine artwork to the servant, “Please give this to Old Mr. Jarvis

personally. Tell him we came with sincere intentions to visit and ask if he could spare a moment to meet with us

amidst his busy schedule.”

The servant hesitated.

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Terrence smiled, “You see, I’ve been waiting here for almost a day. Please, do me a favor.”

Assuming Terrence to be a senior with grey hair, who held genuine request for Old Mr. Jarvis, and considering his

long-time wait, the servant felt his heart softened, and he agreed,

“Alright, wait here. I’ll convey your message to Old Mr. Jarvis, but I can’t promise you a meeting.”

“Passing the message alone is much appreciated. Thank you!” Terrence said, nodding gratefully.

With that, the servant took the painting inside.

Once in the study, he showed the artwork to Old Mr. Jarvis and explained the Macclains’ intentions.

Old Mr. Quintin said coldly, “Give them the painting back and tell them to leave immediately!”