Nia Mitchell nodded, feeling bad about making the butler run errands twice.
"Butler Frederick, you've worked hard. In the future, just let someone else do these kinds of things."
Frederick Goldsmith's face was full of smiles. His young mistress is so kind and approachable, not at all like the spoiled women you see nowadays.
Even when accompanied by such a wealthy man, she's neither arrogant nor snobbish.
A woman like that matches perfectly with the young master.
"No worries. I don't have much going on anyway, and I was given a lift by the driver."
Nia Mitchell nodded. Since that's the case, she had nothing left to say.
"Let me see you downstairs then."
"No need, young mistress. Please enjoy your lunch quickly, or it'll get cold."
"Alright."
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After watching the butler leave, Nia Mitchell carried two lunch boxes back to the Office Room.
Hazel Quartz and a few secretaries hadn't left and were observing Nia Mitchell.
