Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 9

What do you mean by "changing the subject?" It's no use lowering my guard. The second young master never wanted to reorganize the estate, and it was the first young master who took the liberty of hiring a horticulturalist.

The point she was trying to make was that Chrissy was not a flower lover and would not waste a minute on flowers and that the barrenness of the environment was the result of his intentions, as was his barrenness of heart.

The young master, who was not used to his self-destructive character, had decided to change his decadent behavior to see if he could fix his rotten life.

"Jenny." It's so uncharacteristic to make things difficult for a customer.

With a low call, Jenny, who had been so aggressive, immediately degenerated into a tame kitten.

"Mum."

"What are you talking about? Have you finished your work?" The cold-faced Isabelle did not change her strict and calm expression.

"Almost done; Dad wants to help me with the dishes..." She cringed at the glare of her mother's stern eyes. The smiling old Mike was a good older man, a good father, a good husband, and was just as kind to everyone. I had never seen him yell at anyone, even when drunk, and he was the least temperamental person to rely on in the eyes of his children.

Isabel's severity, however, is feared; none of the three children is afraid of her, whether she has a face to discipline people; as long as she appears, the joy and laughter immediately stop, and all are silent as a cicada does not dare to raise their voices.

That's why their family's discipline is based on a strict mother and a loving father, with one playing the role of a black-faced child and the other playing the role of a white-faced pampering pamper so that their sons and daughters won't go astray due to too much or too little love.

"There is no reason to shirk your responsibility if you can't concentrate on your kitchen chores; even if I were your mother, I would still pay you severance pay and ask you to walk." She wouldn't forgive an employee for neglecting her duties.

Because she was a housekeeper, it was her duty to take care of Elena Manor's regular operations, and she would not allow anything to be done for personal reasons.

"Mum..." even for her people, she was too heartless. Jenny couldn't help but complain, annoyed at her mother for not knowing how to be flexible and favoring outsiders.

"Go back to the kitchen at once. I'll go and inspect it later, and if you don't satisfy me, I'll send you out of the estate myself tomorrow, and you'll go back to Scotland to be with Aunt Elsie." With strict elders watching over her, would she not learn her lesson?

"Once she heard that she had to live with the hard-of-hearing, sightless, and nagging Auntie Ethel, the trembling Jenny no longer had the guts to show her dissatisfaction, and with a stomp of her foot and a childish expression, she glared at Mu Wanqing horizontally and ran back to the house.

"Miss Mu, the second young master is waiting for you in the study; please put down the work and follow me there." Her expression remained unchanged, but her attitude was respectful; Isabel's tone carried a hint of authority that must be obeyed.

Looking up at the sun above, the movements of Mu Wanqing's hands did not stop. "「When I have fed all the little flower seedlings, I will go find him again.''

At those words, Isabel's tone intensified. "Miss Mu, this is not a request but a demand; the manor's owner is the second young master."

Not you. Her meaning was so apparent that it was impossible to mistake, meaning that if she refused to cooperate with the execution, she would use strong-arm tactics to make her submit.

"But the flowers..." she said, still trying to stall for time, unwilling to face the man making her panic.

"The flowers won't run away without legs, but they will lose their chance to grow if their master is displeased." She would only do what her master commanded, no mistakes. Without legs, this sentence was like an undying spell thrown back in her face.

The almost threatening words made Mu Wanqingn't help but feel good and amused; their master and servant's personalities were similar, almost like they were used to giving orders and not accepting disobedience from others; as long as they could achieve their goal, they didn't care if they would hurt anyone.

"Fine, you win, I'll go see your master." She stood up with both hands, unable to do anything about it.

Funny enough, she felt more and more like a prisoner being escorted to jail; the expressionless jailer followed her every step to prevent her from escaping; she took action before the person behind her stepped; she stalled, and a disapproving cough rose immediately.

However, she was more like a slave girl who had lost her freedom and was preparing to pay homage to the master who had bought her, groveling and thanking him for his favors, working like an ox for a horse with no way to return the favor.

Mu Wanqing's smile was faint; she walked towards the stairs step by step, thinking in her heart that her situation at this moment was a bit comical, imagining all sorts of tragic images in the sky, time traveling back to the sixteenth century.

No one saw her apprehension; after pushing open the chilling rosewood door panel, the emotions in her eyes became more complicated, slightly butting in.

"Why, have you done something you don't have the guts to see me?" You don't spend your days in comfort, but you must run and get your hands dirty. With a cold expression, Keres stared at the hands turning over the dirt, offended that she would put unimportant chores before him and completely ignore him.

Taking a breath, she smiled in response. "Second, young master, would you like to learn to grow flowers from me? I have seeds of mandarins, hibiscus, cornflowers, seasonal oranges, and mountain cherry blossoms, which are winter flowers and easy to plant."

"Crixus, you have my permission." He gave her a condescending glance, signaling her to come closer with a finger hook.

"Keres, do you have a favorite flower? I recommend wild ginger, a rhizomatous plant with a stem that doubles as ginger." He resembled Evening Jasmine, the flower's tongue, seeking pleasure on the edge of danger.