CHAPTER 18

**Mavin.**

I had woken up in my bedroom and prepared to leave for the office, as it was a brand new week, and Sir Adam hadn't gotten any full information on who the young lady was, except for the fact that she was Conrad Sabastain's daughter.

I frowned, as I hadn't thought of myself having anything to do with my enemy's daughter.

I proceeded to put on my black coat after finishing my bath, and then I went downstairs to meet Angela, who was arranging the dining room with two maids. My mansion was dead silent.

I approached the dining table, and Angela greeted me, "Good morning, boss."

"Morning, Angela. Where's Grandpa Charlie?" I asked as I stood beside a chair and rolled up my white sleeves.

I didn't bother to spare a glance at Angela; the reason I employed mature women was that I didn't have time for any young women.

I would have preferred it if only men worked in my mansion, but I didn't want the media to rumor that I'm a gay man—whereas I'm not.

"Grandpa Charlie is in his bedroom; he