Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 357 - 228: Mila Miller Is a Stage Name_3

"Mrs. Fairchild, can you please save me! I don’t want to waste my youth just being a servant, I’m still young! I have to make a comeback!" Sylvia Lane grabbed Mrs. Fairchild’s hand.

The company she signed with must be desperately looking for her, hoping to ride Maeve Lane’s wave to make a comeback!

Mrs. Fairchild patted her chest and assured, "Don’t worry, I will definitely help you. Go change your clothes now, I’ll have the butler take you, and once you’ve changed, just leave directly!"

She held Sylvia Lane’s hand and cautioned, "Be sure to avoid Maeve Lane! That woman is capable of anything!"

"Alright, ma’am!" Sylvia was overjoyed and hurriedly followed the butler to change her clothes!

Mila Miller wiped her tears, "Mrs. Fairchild, you are truly kind-hearted, Sylvia is lucky to have you, otherwise she would still be suffering."

Mrs. Fairchild sighed and said helplessly, "Julian is giving me a warning on behalf of Maeve Lane. He is telling me that my daughter-in-law can only be Maeve Lane!"

After this incident, Mrs. Fairchild also learned to restrain herself.

There was one thing that Miles Hughes indeed said correctly.

The Fairchild Family will ultimately belong to Julian, he is the heir designated by the old master...

Mila feigned misunderstanding, "Maeve Lane, I know her too, but I never thought she could be such a person."

"Let’s not talk about her. Mila, what brings you to see me today, and thank you for helping me." Mrs. Fairchild took Mila’s hand and sat on the sofa, "It’s been so many years, and you’re still so beautiful, Mila."

Mila blushed and smiled, "Not as beautiful as you, Mrs. Fairchild. I’m here today to thank Fairchild for saving my life. I felt a verbal thank you wasn’t sincere enough, so I came in person. At first, I was afraid I’d impose on you and Fairchild."

"Still calling me Mrs. Fairchild? You might as well call me Auntie." Mrs. Fairchild said, "You said Julian saved your life, how did he save your life?"

Mila briefly described the process, "Let me continue calling you Mrs. Fairchild, since our family only has a slight connection with the Fairchild Family. If I start calling you too affectionately, others might think I’m pretentious."

If I called her Auntie, it might be awkward later if I were to end up with Julian.

"You are indeed a sensible girl." Mrs. Fairchild laughed, then slightly frowned, "You’re both obedient and sensible, just like Sylvia. You guys are so good, why did Julian choose Maeve Lane!"

Mila smiled and did not refute.

...

Sylvia Lane changed out of her filthy clothes and took a hot shower. By the time she came out, the water in the bathtub had turned a dark gray color.

She looked upset, she, Sylvia Lane, would remember this!

The butler personally drove her to the gate.

But there was a problem when it came time to leave.

"Without the young master’s orders, no one can leave the Fairchild Family." The guard said coldly.

Sylvia Lane got out of the car to argue with him, "Mrs. Fairchild told me to leave. Are you going to defy Mrs. Fairchild’s orders!"

She thought they would be afraid if she used Mrs. Fairchild’s name, but these people didn’t consider her words at all.

"Fine, you just watch, I’ll tell Mrs. Fairchild and have her kick you all out of the Fairchild Family!"

Sylvia Lane left with that, loudly telling the butler to drive back.

Soon after, the black Lincoln appeared at the gate again.

"I’ll see who dares disobey my orders!" Mrs. Fairchild got out of the car, raising her voice, "Sylvia Lane is the one I want to release, who dares to stop her?!"

Sylvia stood beside Mrs. Fairchild, emboldened, and mocked, "Open your damn eyes and see clearly!"

But the guards weren’t intimidated by Mrs. Fairchild. They calmly said, "Madam, please calm down. This is the young master’s order, and we can’t disobey. Please take Miss Lane back."

As they spoke, not only did they not open the gate, but they even added an electric grid to it!

Mrs. Fairchild felt her face had been severely slapped, "You actually...!"

"Watch me make Julian teach you a lesson! This is insubordination!" Mrs. Fairchild shouted angrily, "Butler, call Julian for me!"

The butler answered affirmatively, and after a few rings, the call was connected on the other side.

"Julian?" Mrs. Fairchild’s voice was complex, "I want to let Sylvia Lane go now, tell them to open the gate!"