Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 356 - 228: Mila Miller Is a Stage Name (Part 2)
The leading bodyguard furrowed his brow more tightly, "I didn’t expect it to be the Preston Family."
The young master’s actions, if spread out, surely don’t sound good, especially since the Prestons are a well-known family.
Mila Miller smiled lightly, pressing her lips together.
The bodyguard thought for a moment, worried about causing delays, and said, "Whether or not we can let Mrs. Fairchild out is not for us to decide; we need to consult with the young master."
Sylvia Lane saw the opportunity and quickly urged, "Then hurry up and call!"
The bodyguard picked up the phone to dial, but they were not authorized to directly contact Julian Fairchild, so Miles Hughes answered the call.
"What’s going on?"
In front of Miles Hughes was a mound of documents; he handled matters that weren’t urgent, and this paperwork alone was a day’s worth.
"Mr. Hughes, Miss Preston is here, saying she wants to see Mrs. Fairchild... what’s your take on this..."
"The Prestons?" Miles Hughes was slightly surprised. Upon careful thought, he recalled there was indeed a thin connection between the Preston and Fairchild families, "She wants to see the madam?"
"Yes, so I’m seeking your instruction on this."
"Moreover," the bodyguard said, "she’s brought people to the madam’s door and seems determined to see her."
Miles Hughes pondered for a moment, picked up his phone, and said, "Hold on."
The CEO’s office of Julian Fairchild was right next to him, and Miles Hughes soon stood before Julian Fairchild.
"Young master, Miss Preston has come to see the madam. Do you think it would be appropriate to let her out?" Miles Hughes considered the report from his subordinates and tentatively said, "Young master, the madam has been much quieter lately, though her appetite is decreasing, considering her age."
"Now that Miss Preston is here to see the madam, we might as well take the opportunity to let her out, after all, she is your mother..."
Julian Fairchild, with his eyes closed and hand supporting his temple, murmured, "Mm."
Miles Hughes, having received Julian’s answer, replied, "Alright, young master."
Shutting the door, Miles Hughes redialed the phone at the entrance.
Fairchild Family.
The bodyguard, upon receiving Miles Hughes’ call, agreed emphatically and then glanced at Mila Miller and Sylvia Lane, saying, "Miss Preston, please take a seat in the living room and wait for a moment. Mrs. Fairchild will be down shortly."
Mila Miller smiled lightly, "Alright."
Sylvia Lane was trembling with excitement, "We did it!"
...
The door opened, and the bodyguard gestured outside, "Madam, you can come out."
Mrs. Fairchild looked at her newly done nails; it was her means of passing the time recently.
"Is it time for a walk again?" she frowned, noticing the sun outside was still bright.
"No, Mrs. Fairchild, you’re free, the young master just said you can move around freely now."
Mrs. Fairchild suddenly stood up, "Are you serious? I... I can move freely now!"
"Yes, madam."
Tears of excitement welled in Mrs. Fairchild’s eyes, "Great, I can finally get out. I thought Julian wanted to lock me up forever!"
"Miss Preston is waiting for you downstairs," the bodyguard interjected.
"Preston?"
Mrs. Fairchild became more emotional, "Someone from the Preston family is here? To see me?"
"Yes."
Sylvia Lane waited anxiously on the sofa, but there was no sign of Mrs. Fairchild. She couldn’t sit still anymore, "Mila, do you think anything unexpected happened?"
Mila Miller said with a smile, "No."
"Preston... you’re Michelle!" came a surprised female voice from upstairs.
Sylvia Lane thought Mrs. Fairchild’s voice was like heavenly music, "Mrs. Fairchild!"
"And Sylvia!"
Mrs. Fairchild walked over quickly and took Mila Miller’s hand, "What brings you to see me, and how’s your mother lately?"
"My mother is well," Mila Miller nodded demurely, "Sorry for Mrs. Fairchild’s hardship. If I had known earlier, I would have brought people to see you sooner."
Sylvia Lane didn’t forget to claim credit, "Mrs. Fairchild, it was I who told Michelle that you were locked up, so Michelle brought people here, which made the young master agree to let you out!"
Mrs. Fairchild was moved to tears, "You two are such good kids! I really don’t know what to say!"
"But Sylvia, what’s with your outfit..." Mrs. Fairchild immediately recognized Sylvia Lane’s clothes as the Fairchild family’s servant uniform, "Are you still serving Julian as a maid?"
Mila Miller squinted her eyes slightly, wondering what Sylvia Lane was hiding from her.
"No, madam, we were deceived by Maeve Lane!" Sylvia Lane lamented, "She coaxed Fairchild into making me her maid! I did rough work at the Fairchild family for two or three months, and my hands are now calloused..."
Mrs. Fairchild suddenly felt a sense of camaraderie, smiling bitterly, "Julian’s eyes are completely occupied by Maeve Lane now. If she becomes part of the family, everyone in the Fairchild estate will have to look up to her in the future."
