Chapter 542: Chapter 542: More Like... a Cozy Little Home
Just as Summer Shawcross’s face turned unpleasant, the voice of the Drexler Family’s patriarch suddenly sounded.
"Someone, take the young mistress to the small courtyard!" he looked at the servants and bodyguards nearby and suddenly instructed.
Hearing the patriarch’s words, everyone was taken aback...
The young mistress?
Everyone knew that Miss Duval was the future young mistress, but now out of nowhere, a legitimate young mistress had appeared...
"Didn’t you hear?" Seeing everyone in a daze, the patriarch was somewhat displeased and urged again.
"Sir... to the small courtyard?" a servant asked, still somewhat unsure.
The small courtyard hadn’t been inhabited for decades, although it was always kept spotlessly clean.
The patriarch nodded.
Two servants approached Summer, followed by the two bodyguards who had just arrived.
"Young mistress, please!"
Summer’s expression changed slightly, but she still gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked in the direction pointed by the servants.
Sean Morgan also looked somewhat displeased, but given the current situation at the Drexler Family estate, he dared not act rashly and could only watch as Summer was taken away by the servants.
...
The Drexler Family estate was very large. Besides the main villa that resembled an ancient castle and a small building for the servants, there was also a secluded small courtyard.
By this time, the sky was already bright, and Summer entered the small courtyard with the servants.
A two-story white house stood there, with a small garden, a pond, and a lawn in the front.
Around the small courtyard were white picket fences.
Such a tranquil and elegant place didn’t quite match with the luxurious atmosphere everywhere else in the Drexler Family estate.
Summer wasn’t sure why the patriarch wanted to bring her here. Was it to restrict her movements?
But even if he didn’t do that, she couldn’t leave the Drexler Family estate easily anyway.
"Young mistress, please enter!" A servant opened the door of the small building and made a gesture inviting Summer in.
Only then did Summer retract her gaze from examining the small building and turned to enter.
The entire structure and decor of the small building were in a European pastoral style. The ground floor had no bedrooms, just a living room-dining area, and a kitchen.
To Summer’s surprise, the small building had a strong lived-in feel; the fabric sofa even had handmade floral lace cushions.
After a brief survey of the ground floor, Summer realized that everything in this small courtyard seemed out of place with the Drexler Family estate.
This place didn’t seem to belong to the Drexler Family; rather, it felt like a... cozy little home.
Why would the Drexler Family have such a place?
Summer strolled around the ground floor, then returned to the living room, instinctively reaching out to touch the floral lace cushion on the sofa, only to discover that the work was evidently a bit rough, clearly handmade by someone not very skilled.
"Is this handmade?" she asked the servant beside her with some surprise.
How could such a slightly rough item appear in the high-profile, luxurious Drexler Family estate?
Just as Summer was waiting for the servant’s response, the voice of the patriarch suddenly came from the doorway.
"Yes, that was sewn by Amber herself."
Immediately, the sound of walking with a cane followed.
Although she wasn’t very fond of the patriarch, Summer still turned around and asked him in curiosity.
"Amber?"
Who was the Amber he mentioned just now?
