Chapter 569 Adding Fuel to the Fire

Miles shook his head with a doting smile. "You really are a handful." Then, just as Harriette wished, he went over to her side and opened the car door for her.

"That's more like it," Harriette said with satisfaction, playing up her cheerful and coy demeanor. Yet, her mind was elsewhere, wondering what was happening at the main entrance of Young Estate that would make Miles take such an unprecedented detour through the back gate.

Upon arriving at the main hall with the others, she excused herself to change and retreated to her room, where she immediately made a phone call.

The person on the other end was a helper of Young Estate, whom Harriette had recently bribed.

She instructed the helper to uncover what was happening at the estate's main entrance. Soon, she received her answer.

"It seems like Mrs. Finch Senior has come. I went to see for myself, and there was indeed a luxurious car parked outside.

"Apparently, she's here to see Ms. Rose and has been waiting since early this morning. It looks like she has no intention of leaving any time soon," the helper explained.

Harriette glanced out the window at the darkened sky. "Eleanor... What could she possibly want with Rose?" she mused.

Suspecting that Eleanor was drawn to Rose's increasing social status, Harriette gritted her teeth in frustration. She reckoned that the elderly woman must have taken an interest in Rose as a granddaughter-in-law. Biting her lip, she quickly decided that she couldn't allow the two to meet. But then, a different thought crossed her mind.

"If Miles is going to such lengths to keep Eleanor and Rose apart, why not do the opposite? After all, if Eleanor seeking out Rose was truly a good thing, why is Miles going to such lengths to prevent it?" she thought. "Interesting," Harriette muttered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Without wasting another second, she quickly changed and headed downstairs. She arrived just in time to hear the sound of Rose and Miles' laughter coming from the dining room.

In the warm, gentle light, the two of them sat together, painting a picture of perfect harmony. The sight of their closeness made Harriette clench her fists in jealousy.

Just then, a commotion came from outside, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Is she here?" she wondered.

"Miles, what's happening out there?" Harriette asked as she made her way downstairs.

Rose in the dining room,

should go back to your room. I'll handle it," Miles

Eleanor would have no one else to meet upon arrival. However,

upstairs. Don't worry.

made Rose sense something was

began to protest, only to be interrupted by a helper who

Rose, the woman outside claims to be Mrs. Finch Senior. She insists on meeting Ms. Rose," the helper

Rosie is already asleep and can't see her,"

Wouldn't it be rude to turn

okay. Even if we offend Mrs. Finch Senior, if you don't

was one of the three most influential families. While the Young family

the Finch family in such a way might not be in the best interest of the Young

Mrs. Finch Senior in," Rose

cross paths in the future.

the exact

since the morning and had refused to leave. He feared that once

was upset, he wouldn't allow her to

bring

floor-to-ceiling windows. A hint of displeasure could be seen in her stride, and Harriette couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, anticipating the drama that was about

Patrick led Eleanor into the living room, where refreshments and coffee had been set

moment Patrick

greet Eleanor personally. "Mrs. Finch Senior, I apologize for

your visit, I would have gone out to greet you." Miles spoke respectfully, showing deference to his

didn't know I was visiting? What a load of nonsense!"

had parked her car outside the sprawling Young Estate all day. She refused to believe that no one had informed Miles of it. He must have known she was outside, which was why he took a detour on

were young, Miles often visited the Finch Manor. Every time he saw Eleanor, he would politely greet her,

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