Chapter 24
A girl about Maya's age stood nearby; the sharp voice belonged to her. She was pretty, but her arched brows held a hint of malice. "Jennifer, mind your manners," the matriarch chided mildly, her gaze sweeping over Max and Maya without pause. "If you require privacy, the Brown estate can accommodate you. Guests should maintain decorum. What behavior is appropriate needs no explanation from me." "Mother..." Dorothy, who had rushed to greet them, started to speak but was silenced by a gesture. "Which guests you invite is your affair. You've always had sense." "But he is..." Dorothy, after just a few interactions, had already grasped Max's character: willful, arrogant, undoubtedly possessing fierce pride, intolerant of the slightest disrespect. If her mother and cousin offended him, Charl
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