Chapter 2:

With a puzzled look on her face but not daring to ask any more questions, Linda wasted a lot of strength lifting the other two suitcases into the house, but before she could raise them upstairs, she was called back by a graceful and arrogant female voice, 'Stop!'

'Miss Richart!' Linda bowed politely.

'Whose luggage is this?' Loona Richart stared at the two suitcases in Linda's hand and asked.

Before Linda had time to react, she heard Damian Desmond, who had unknowingly been standing at the top of the stairs, faintly saying, 'Bring my stuff up here.'

Encountering a big obstacle, Loona Richart could only watch as Linda lifted the two monstrous suitcases upstairs and then disappeared before her eyes, including the back of Damian Desmond.

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At the urging of her son, Fiona Forger reluctantly only had to hide in her room, summoning up the courage to call the Desmond family, but her finger had been on the screen for a long time and still did not dare to press the call.

She knew that other than calling the Desmond family, there was no other way to contact Damian Desmond. Of course, she couldn't ask Norman Desmond or Cherry Desmond for his private number.

Therefore, it is only possible to call the Desmond family and ask, hoping the people of the Desmond family can't remember her voice.

When she heard her son's shout and knocking on the door, she pressed her hand down...

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At seven o'clock, dinner at the Desmonds began on time.

The large dining room with a long dining table now has only four people. Sitting in the chair is Mr. Matthew Desmond, opposite Mrs. Sandra Desmond, seated on the left is Damian Desmond and across from him is Loona Richart.

The meal had just begun. Mr. Matthew Desmond and Damian Desmond ate in silence. In contrast, Mrs. Sandra Desmond and Loona Richart occasionally exchanged a few sentences about how to prepare food or recent events in the upper class.

Halfway through the meal, butler John came in, apologized profusely to the owner and guests at the dining table, and went to Damian Desmond's side, 'Young Master, you have a phone call.'

Phone call?

Damian Desmond raised an eyebrow, 'Who?'

'Is a girl.' Butler John answered very concisely.

But his brief answer caused the other three on the table to stop moving their hands and look at housekeeper John without an appointment.

The face of Mr. Matthew Desmond was attractive. Mrs. Sandra Desmond looked incredulous, and Loona Richart immediately thought of two pink suitcases that had just been brought into the house earlier.

'What happened?' Contrary to the reactions of the three, Damian Desmond remained very calm.

'She said there were some things that fell on the young master's car, and wanted to ask you when it would be convenient for her to come over.' The butler John used a voice everyone could hear, and it was apparent in his heart what the girl refused to reveal but what the familiar voice was talking about. Of course, who knew it was not only housekeeper John but also Loona Richart?

'Lots of things in Damian's car?' Mrs. Sandra Desmond looked at her son and housekeeper with wide eyes. Didn't her son just come back from Australia? Is there any girl in his car? Thinking of this, she became even more surprised, 'Damian, what kind of young lady are you acquainted with?'

Hearing this, Loona Richart's face became even more unsightly.