HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

After cleaning up for the whole afternoon, Mrs. Ende changed Nalilian into a new dress before dinner.

"Don't tell Kirsten, Lillian," Mrs. Ender said, pulling her aside.

If Kersten knew about this, I don't know what trouble he would cause.

"Mom," Nalilian looked at her.

She put on makeup, covering her cheeks with a thin layer of white powder to hide her wrinkles, but it didn't suit her tired eyes.

Didn't she notice?

She was wronging herself to imitate those nobles.

Or have you noticed it and are compromising?

"Lillian," Mrs. Ender gave her a pleading look.

"Okay, Mom," Nalilian agreed.

How could she refuse her?

Nalilian followed Mrs. Ende out of the room and went down to the attic. At this time, a large number of ladies and celebrities also came out of the guest rooms.

After glancing at them, they left together, talking and laughing.

Mrs. Ender didn't recognize a single person here.

She could only hold Nalilian's hand and follow them silently.

"who's that person?"

"I haven't seen him before, but he's really handsome."

"How did he get here?"

"Is he waiting for someone?"

When they went down to the attic, they heard whispers.

Nalilian, who was being held by Mrs. Ende, looked over.

Kerston, dressed in a neat evening gown, stood upright by the door waiting. He was tall and elegant, and his handsome and deep face was bathed in the glow of the sunset, making him particularly eye-catching.

What's more, he was the only man waiting here, which attracted the attention of these ladies and celebrities.

"Is he a newly invited foreign noble?"

"I heard that Mr. Finch also invited French nobles this time."

“The wineries over there are outstanding.”

With this guess, the ladies looked at Kerston with eager eyes.

This financial crisis has hit the industries of many nobles. Although it cannot shake their foundations, being able to establish connections with nobles from other countries can ease the situation in their families.

For the sake of their families, they all wanted to please foreign nobles.

"Mom," Kerston said after seeing them and walked up to them under the gaze of the ladies, "I will take you to the hall."

This drew attention to the mother and daughter.

"What, he's from their family?"

"Who are they?"

"I don't know him. Could he be a foreign noble?"

"But why did it come from the top room?"

Under the scrutiny of the ladies, Mrs. Ende looked at her eldest son in front of her, shook her head slightly, and let go of Nalilian's hand, "Take Lilian away."

She wanted to stay with these ladies, but Lillian...

She shouldn't have been allowed to suffer with her.

"Mom," Nalilian held her hand tightly, looked at her, and said, "Let's go together?"

Don't try to fit into that circle so humbly.

"Lillian, be good and listen," Mrs. Ender responded.

She is still a child, and no one will blame her even if she is rude.

But she was her mother, and she had to go, even if it was exhausting.

Nalilian, however, held her hand tightly and didn't let go. She looked at her firmly and said, "Come with me, Mom."

The owner of this manor sent them to that room, embarrassed them, and made them be talked about by the ladies. Wasn't he just trying to use them to tame Mr. Kerston and Mr. Ender?

Let them realize their status, let them compromise, let them restrain Mr. Kerston and Mr. Ende who are responsible for the company's success, and let them not be arrogant just because they squeeze into this circle.

Despicable means.

But Nalilian will no longer be afraid.

"Lillian?" Mrs. Ende looked at Nalilian in astonishment.

When did her little daughter become so tough?

Nalilian pulled her out, away from the group of noble ladies, and walked towards the hall.

"This won't do. This is too rude, Lillian," Mrs. Ender, who was being led away by Nalilian, kept saying.

But away from the scrutiny and comments of that group of noble ladies, her inner constraints were gradually weakening.

The breeze blowing through the trees touched her face, and heat welled up in her eyes.

It feels like I have regained the long-lost freedom.

Kerston followed steadily on the other side of Mrs. Ender, watching the light return to her tired eyes, and then looked at Nalilian, who was striding forward with Mrs. Ender, with a soft gaze.

She took her first steps in the mire.

She spread her wings as she fell.

She would not be the baby bird waiting to die in the nest.

As they entered the hall, a beautiful lady came forward.

"Isn't this Mrs. Ende?" she said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Ender asked in surprise.

She didn't know the other person.

"I'm the wife of Weitu Moving Company, you can call me Monisha Smith," said the beautiful lady.

"Mrs. Smith," Mrs. Ende called quickly.

Kerston and Nallylian also saluted, and Mrs. Smith smiled and told them not to be so reserved.

"Mom, I'll take Lillian to see Dad first," Kersten said after saying hello.

"Good," Mrs. Ender replied.

Kerston took Nalilian away first.

"Your son is such a promising young man," Mrs. Smith said with emotion as she watched the two children leave.

Mrs. Ender was startled and realized that this must have been arranged by Kerston.

She felt sad.

She is his mother, why is it his turn to take care of her?

Kerston took Nalilian to see Mr. Ender.

Mr. Ende was chatting happily with a brown-haired man. When he saw them coming, he quickly introduced them, "This is Mr. Finch, the owner of this manor."

Nalilian looked at Mr. Finch. He looked kind, but his methods were so despicable.

And, he really is Justin's father.

Justin's full name is Justin Finch-Finch-Finch-Fletchley, a joint surname meaning he inherited property from both his parents' families.

The fact that Finch-Fletchley was placed after the surname indicates that Justin inherited his mother's surname.

What’s more, this manor is called Finch-Fletchley Manor.

In short, this seems to be a Phoenix man.

"Good day," Mr. Finch said briefly, his eyes passing over her and settling on Kerston, becoming intense.

"Is this your eldest son?" he asked.

"Yes," Mr. Ende replied with a smile, a look of pride on his face.

"Young and promising," Mr. Finch said approvingly.

"You're welcome," Kersten replied, his face devoid of any emotion.

Just then, a woman rushed in and rushed into the hall.

Before Nalilian could react, Kersten was in front of her, but the woman's scream reached her ears.

"How could you do this!"

"Take my home! My place! Leave me on the streets!"

"You are profiting from human blood!"

This made Nalilian look at Mr. Ende. The woman's sobbing voice was obviously referring to them who bought the manor.

The smile faded from Mr. Ender's face.

Kerston looked directly at Mr. Finch and demanded, "What does this mean, sir?"