The butler Goldsmith looked at Anne Davidson in a very foul mood and did not let her in.
"I'm not senile yet, how could I not remember you?"
He was perfectly fine, how could his memory be bad?
To Frederick Goldsmith's ears, what Anne Davidson just said was the most vicious thing.
Hearing this, Anne's mouth twitched.
She really didn't mean it like that, okay?
It's just that she hadn't come back for many years. Not remembering her or not recognizing her, that's perfectly normal, isn't it?
"Butler Goldsmith, is Maxwell at home?"
She had gone to great lengths to find out that Maxwell Peary was now living in the mid-levels Villa.
You have to know, Maxwell Peary had way too many properties, any random Villa could be where he was staying.
She just hadn't expected that Maxwell Peary would ignore the Villa closer to the Company and come live at this mid-levels Villa instead.
"The young master isn't home, but the young madam is."
