Operation Red Book

"What kind of place is your Duke's Mansion? An orphanage? An adoption home? Any wild child can become the Duke's son."

Dorian was stunned for a second. He did not refute, but continued to smile and listened carefully to Mrs. Goodwin's sarcasm.

"Just be happy! Only Rachel would be so kind. If she touches me...oh, no, I won't let a dirty kid touch me."

Mrs. Goodwin sneered, she leaned sideways with her hands on her hips, and looked up and down like a cold-blooded spider, her eyes full of disgust and disdain.

"Mrs. Goodwin, my mother is waiting in the reception room. The banquet will be ready soon. Please come this way..."

Andrew brought his servants to invite Earl Goodwin and the two children into the mansion, and walked over here while entertaining his lady.

"Did you tell your mother what I told you to tell her last time we were fishing?"

"This……"

"Forget it!" Mrs. Goodwin interrupted Andrew's reply loudly, "Whether you conveyed it or not, this dirty boy is still here after all."

"I want to talk to Rachel in person. This wild child has unknown origins and is definitely a disaster. Sooner or later, he will kill your entire family. The last time it was Lucas, the last time it was Edward, and this time..."

"Mrs. Goodwin!"

A sharp shout interrupted Mrs. Goodwin's vicious outburst.

Dorian shrank back, and saw the head butler's eyes light up with admiration.

He looked in the direction of Andrew, only to see a dark cloud covering Andrew’s entire body.

The atmosphere around him changed from usual, from relaxed and cheerful to serious and angry.

"Dorian is one of the Emersons. You don't need to mention it, especially at Mrs. Emerson's birthday party."

"How dare you yell at me? Am I wrong? I am Rachel's sister-in-law who has been playing with her since childhood, you ignorant child..."

"I am Duke Andrew of the Macmillan Manor, the head of the Emerson family. Please correct your attitude, Countess!"

"Ah!"

Mrs. Goodwin climbed the stairs, holding the hem of her skirt, pausing every step. She squinted her eyes and snorted heavily.

"A duke that the Queen has not conferred an honor upon? Haha! Ridiculous! Absurd! You are just a good-for-nothing bastard."

Not understanding Andrew's response, Mrs. Goodwin walked into the mansion's gate surrounded by servants.

"call--"

Andrew bent down and let out a long breath. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and his eyes returned to their previous timid and humble look.

"Noble ladies are all the same, clinging to authority and treating common people like grass. You don't have to take it too seriously."

Andrew said to Dorian with a smile, his body was shaking with cold, as if he had just swam in an icy lake in Sweden.

Dorian didn't take it too seriously. To him, all human beings were like ants under his feet. Occasionally, they would kill each other, but the drop of blood that splashed out was nothing to the demons.

But after the tit-for-tat confrontation just now, Dorian's impression of Andrew has changed a lot.

Andrew was taciturn, either frowning or sighing. He never expressed any opinion about Dorian, his brother who appeared out of nowhere, as if everything was just God's will.

"A member of the Emerson family?" For the first time, Dorian felt alienated by this title.

He was very puzzled, but there was no time to explore it carefully because another carriage appeared at the end of the avenue.

This carriage was not as simple as that of Count Vincent Waite, not as ostentatious as that of the Marquis of Basque, nor as grand as that of Count Goodwin.

The carriage is pearl white in color, with black tires, but the interior is bright red. There is no obvious decoration on the exterior, only a simple and smooth yellow line outlining the frame.

Looking up, you can see that the carriage is exquisite in model and elegant in texture. There is also a layer of white daisies on the roof, which is low-key yet luxurious.

The only thing that stood out was the silver logo standing in front of the car, which had a complicated pattern printed on it. Dorian had never seen it before, but Andrew looked panicked.

"You also invited people from the royal family?" he stammered.

"No? He came uninvited. Do you want to chase him away?"