You're Worse Than a B*tch

Hearing Aria's question, Mrs. West quickly answered, "Mr. Morris has went out for business, but he will return shortly." At Mrs. West's words, Aria gave a gentle smile and said, "In that case, I'll wait for him. You can leave now." "Yes," Mrs. West said respectfully. Then, she turned to Hazel and asked, "Miss Wilkinson, can you bring me to your room and give me the clothes that need to be washed? I'm afraid that I'll wash the wrong ones by accident..." In truth, Mrs. West knew that the guest was coming for Hazel. Therefore, it was better to separate the two for Hazel's sake. But before Hazel could speak, Aria, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa, had smiled. "I still need someone to serve me, so she'll stay here. In fact, you have to stay too!" In an instant, Mrs. West's expression had changed. At this moment, the bodyguards who followed Aria were looking at the old woman. "These bodyguards are from Master Layton's side. That's why they're not afraid to barge in Mr. Morris's house."