"Don't do anything in these days that will annoy him, find out what Summer Shawcross's personality was like before, and learn well how to win his favor!" Mr. Drexler said meaningfully.
If it weren't for her face, he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to make her the mistress of the Drexler Family.
Mr. Drexler's words made Autumn Duval's face turn pale, and after a moment she nodded.
"I understand."
Then, Mr. Drexler's voice rang out again.
"If it still doesn't work, use some special woman's methods, I suppose I don't need to teach you, do I?"
"You mean..." Autumn Duval's face suddenly showed a hint of surprise.
Mr. Drexler didn't say anything further, turned, and left the bedroom.
...
"Thank you just now, Young Master."
Not long after Mr. Drexler left, Summer Shawcross thanked Noah Drexler earnestly.
"Thank me for what?" The man leaned on the sofa, raised an eyebrow with some curiosity, and looked at the servant standing by the sofa.
