Chapter 382 Finnley’s House


    Amy heard Finnley and Faustina arguing. Standing at the gate with gifts, she wondered if it was


    appropriate to go in now.


    Faustina whipped round and saw Amy when she finished talking. She looked over the girl, who has


    refreshing cropped hair, wore a ck cashmere overcoat, without any makeup.


    “Are you looking for Finnley?” Faustina asked her.


    “Yes. I’m here to see her.” Amy answered and walked in.


    “Finnley, someone is looking for you.” Faustina turned to say to Finnely, without any expression on her


    face.


    “Amy?” Finnley was very surprised to see Amy. She had never expected Amy woulde here to see


    her.


    “Come on in. Sit here. I’m so tired.” Finnley hailed Amy to sit beside her and made up an excuse to


    conceal her injury.


    “OK. Is this your mother?” Amy put the gifts down and asked.


    “Yes, this is my mom, Faustina.” Finnley introduced her mother to Amy.


    “Hello, Faustina.” Amy greeted Faustina very politely.


    “Uh huh.” Faustina grunted as an answer. She was a bit cold and distant, even to Finnely’s friend. She


    didn’t think Finnley would have any friends, so she was wondering how this girl could make friends with


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    “My mom is cold outside, but passionate inside. She’s an excellent mother.” Finnley would spare


    Faustina’s feeling in front of others despite that she had a lot ofints about her.


    “Humph.” Faustina, showing little kindness, continued reading magazine. What she hoped was Finnley


    didn’t make her angry.


    “Nora, get Mrs. Carter a cup of tea.” Finnely bade her maid.


    “What brings you here, Amy? I told you I’m fine. I just wanna have a rest.” Finnley said.


    “I know. I’m here to see what your house looks like. I want to redecorate my house and I have no idea


    about it, so I decide to see different decoration styles.” Amy knew that Finnley waspetitive and she


    had never mentioned her injury.


    So, Amy decided to make up an excuse.


    “Your house is beautiful enough. I don’t think you need to redecorate it. It’s a mess here and my house


    is simply and casually decorated.” Finnley thought Amy’s house was very beautiful. Most of the credit


    for it should go to Richard.


    “You’re being humble. Your house is very beautiful. Did you design it?” Amy looked around Finnley’s


    living room, whose decoration was elegant and luxury. But it seemed not to be Finnley’s style.


    “No, my mother did.” Finnley pointed at Faustina, who was reading the magazine all the time.


    Faustina, reading intently, seemed not to hear them.


    “I think it’s very ssic and special. It’s great.” Amy looked around again.


    In fact, Faustina was pretending not to hear them. She was very happy to be praised. She was a cute


    little woman deep inside.


    Finnely, however, became speechless. She didn’t like the decoration at all. The house was bought for


    her but the decoration was in the charge of Faustina. Living here made no difference with living in her


    past house, except that she didn’t see Faustina every day.


    “Amy, do you find out who caused the explosion? It’s really annoying to see media’s fabrication every


    day.” Finnley murmured to Amy.


    “No, Richard is investigating it, but no result. Thank you, Finnley. Dexter said if it were not you, all of us


    would die.” Amy lowered her voice.


    Faustina couldn’t hear anything as they were murmuring, so she stood up and left the room.


    “Amy, I suspect the nanny you employed recently. If she is innocent, she must be out of her mind. She


    had me under the gun to take the package in. Wasn’t she treating herself as the hostess?” Recalling


    what happened that day, Finnely gave Amy a warning.


    “I know. I keep her for some reason.” Amy’s got her own n.


    “Well, Good you know. But is it too dangerous to keep such a person in your house?” Finnley couldn’t


    understand what Amy wanted to do.


    “It’s better to have her around, because I can keep an eye on her.” Amy spoke out her own idea.


    “Oh, I got it. You’re right.” Finnley understood her.


    They talked for a long time until Faustina brought a te of fruits over and put it on the table.


    “Have some fruits.” She left, leaving a word.


    “Finnley, I think your mom is very sweet.” Amy noticed the tension between Finnley and Faustina.


    “Well, not too bad. I don’t have to worry about money at least.” Finnley said tonelessly. She didn’t want


    to say much about a mom who raised her as a boy.


    “Well, since you look good, I think you cane back to work soon. I have to go.” Amy looked at her


    grimace and smiled. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with Faustina at least for now. Perhaps


    there was something that Finnley couldn’t get over with.


    “Have a dinner here. You have never tasted the meals my mother cooks. She must be cooking now.


    She cooks well.” Finnley asked Amy to stay longer.


    Growing up, Finnley had never had any close friends, and no friends came to her house, either. Amy


    was the first one and she is also the first one who Faustina didn’t take a dislike to.


    “Really? Great. I want to have a taste of your mom’s food.” Amy felt a sudden urge to know more about


    the rtionship between Finnley and Faustina.