Cynthia’s Cat

The next day, the snow that had fallen for many days finally stopped, the wind blew open the curtains, and the sun shone in through the gauze curtains.

Everything in the room was so quiet and peaceful, Cynthia was sleeping peacefully, and her long light brown hair was spread on a quilt like snow, which made her face more transparent and white. If there are people in the room, he will not be stingy to praise Cynthia's beauty with all the most beautiful words in the world.

Butler North knocked on Cynthia's door, and there was no movement in the room. He reluctantly thought that the young lady might not have gotten up yet.

Butler North raised his hand to check the time. It was almost ten o'clock, and he couldn't let the young lady continue to sleep, which was not proper.

He opened the door of the room and saw such a beautiful scene, anyone would lose their temper with beautiful things.

Noth's heart became soft, and his cold face was slightly soft. He walked to the phonograph and pressed the vinyl record. A piece of classical music slowly flowed out, and the things in the room gradually became more vivid, because the music gave them. soul.

Cynthia was awakened by the music. She looked helplessly at the instigator, Butler Noth, "Noth, there are so many vinyl records in my room, why do you play this one every time."

"Because I'm used to playing this music, doesn't the young lady like it?" the butler of North asked suspiciously.

Cynthia gritted her teeth and said with a smile on her face, "Hmm... I like it! How can I not like it? A tasteful person like North likes it, how can I not like it!"

She vowed to hide this vinyl record in the future, to see how he put it back.

North pointed to the watch and said to her: "Miss Cynthia! It's almost ten o'clock now."

"..."

North told Ash, "Aish, change the clothes for the lady. I hope to see a well-dressed lady in ten minutes."

North nodded to Cynthia and left the room.

Ash, who was afraid of being scolded, quickly took the clothes he prepared and stood by the bed.

Ash said respectfully, "Does Miss need to change clothes now?"

"Ok……"

Half an hour later, Cynthia came to his father's study.

Samuel was holding coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other. He saw Cynthia coming in and motioned for Cynthia to come and sit next to him.

The butler of North prepared a cup of hot milk for her and placed it in front of her.

"Father, why are you back? I spoke with you on the phone last week. Didn't you say you will stay in France for half a month?"

Samuel's profile is as beautiful as a sculpture. He has deep eyes and a pair of blue pupils inside. He wears a well-cut suit and looks very noble and elegant.

"I received the banquet invitation letter from Earl Will. The time is next Thursday. I am going to take you to the banquet." Samuel explained the reason for coming back from France.

Cynthia was very resistant in her heart, and she wanted to reject her father's proposal. "Take me? Father, I don't like attending banquets very much. Can I refuse?"

"Cynthia, you have grown up, you are my daughter, and my career will be handed over to you in the future, so attending these gatherings is essential."

The Kelton family is involved in a wide range of businesses, so it needs to make a lot of contacts. Since the family power has become stronger and more jealous in recent years, Samuel had to be cautious.

When Cynthia heard that her father was going to give her the family business, she refused in her heart. She frowned, "Dad, I promised to go to this banquet with you. But I am still young, Cedar and Simpson. They are better suited to take over the family business than me."

"Yeah! I will consider your suggestion carefully."

"Dad, I will leave first if nothing else."

"Well, go ahead."

After Cynthia left.

"North, what do you think of Cedar and Simpson?"

North replied respectfully: "My lord, Miss Sida is your daughter. I can't answer, and Master Simpson is an independent person."

"Noth, you don't know that Sida is just my adopted daughter. She is the father's. My only daughter is Cynthia."

"Because Miss Sida is your adopted daughter, I can't judge at will what kind of person she is. The adult already knows the answer in his heart, so don't embarrass me."

"You smart old fellow, no one wants to offend, you can only compliment me."

"..."