Chapter 218


    At first Bryson wasn''t in much attention of the people present. After all, although Floweret Garden was


    mysterious, it was not from a wealthy family. The nobles of the upper ss here distained it, feeling that


    the ce waspletely not worthy of them.


    However, as they saw Bryson''s cold look just now, they felt it muste from the vibe and the force


    after being immersed in an aristocratic family for decades. They became terrified and shut up quickly.


    They were also surprised that an old man with bad back from Floweret Garden could have such a


    power.


    At the moment, they heard Bryson calling Arabe "Young Mistress" respectfully.


    Someone caught his breath.


    "Did you hear that? The old man was calling Arabe... Young Mistress!"


    "What do you mean? He is not Arabe''s... husband?"


    "What is exactly going on?"


    As Seth, Caitlin and Stephany heard that, their faces copsed. They were all convinced that Bryson


    was Arabe''s husband, so it was somewhat like a bolt from the blue for them.


    Caitlin quickly said, "Arabe, what does this old man call you? Look, we went to Floweret Garden, and


    clearly saw this old man there. He is your husband. Do you just collude with him to cheat us?"


    With incalcble look, Stephany also said, "Well, Be, you have married an old man and it''s a given


    fact. I don''t think you really need to deceive us."


    The ghost of a smile yed round Arabe''s red lips. She walked forward with her clear and bright


    eyes roving about the crowd faintly, and then she looked at Stephany with a smile, "What? Must the


    man appearing in Floweret Garden be my husband? Can''t he be... the butler?"


    Bryson stood behind Arabe respectfully, "Young Mistress is right. I''m the butler of Floweret Garden."


    Butler?


    Oh god!


    Stephany never expected that such a reversal would ur. The old man was not Arabe''s husband,


    but the butler!


    As she made a big fuss, it just turned out to be her own goal.


    "Mom, what''s going on? Didn''t you say he was Arabe''s husband?" She nces at Caitlin secretly.


    Her mother stepped back a few, and also became flurried, "Well... well..."


    Arabe looked at Caitlin, "Well, I''m really sorry to disappoint you. But he is not my husband indeed. Or


    do you want to force me to say he is?"


    Everyone started to discuss it in hushed whispers, "What''s exactly going on? It has be a heat in


    Twitter for a few days. But this old man is just a butler. Then who is Arabe''s husband anyway?"


    Quickly Caitlin realized that she might take the bait, feeling that Arabe deliberately misled her. What


    a dirty woman!


    "So, Arabe, this old man is just your butler. Then who is your husband? And why doesn''t hee


    here to celebrate your birthday?" Caitlin took the initiative quickly and questioned her.


    Arabe was wearing a long nude pink tulle dress, and her fine skin looked fairer with the color of the


    dress. The tulle skirt coiled around her feet and hung on the red carpet, bringing her a charisma of


    purity and beauty.


    She was rather calm although she was confronted by so many people. There was always a glimmer of


    clear smile in her perfect eyes, "It seems that you are very interested in my husband. Well, don''t worry,


    he wille soon."


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    Her real husband woulde here soon.


    Looking at Arabe who behaved in a calm and intelligent manner, suddenly Stephany felt a gloomy


    foreboding, although she just couldn''t tell what it was temporarily.