“Don't!” Arielle hastily stopped them before the two of them could kneel before her. “I said that this is part of an equivalent exchange. Since I've helped you out, you should also agree to a request of mine.”
Without hesitation, Agnes nodded. “Please speak your mind. As long as it's within our capabilities, we, the Seyward family, will definitely do it.”
Arielle waved dismissively. “It's not that troublesome.”
She then leaned toward Bjorn and whispered into his ears.
Agnes did not know what Arielle had said to him, but after a moment of hesitation, Bjorn
nodded and replied, “Don't worry, Ms. Moore. I'll definitely practice well and do my best to work with you when the time comes.”
“Thanks!” Arielle patted his shoulder before turning to Vinson and Susanne. “Everything's solved now, so let's go. Susanne, what would you like to eat tonight? Why don't I make it for you?”
Susanne was completely won over by Arielle, but the pride in her bones made her huff, “We have a chef at home, so don't bother trying to make a mess in the kitchen. If you insist, then make a few plates of ravioli.”
“All right.” Arielle smiled at her, and that smile momentarily dazed her.
Susanne had seen many pretty socialites, but few could have a smile as honest as hers.
She had to admit that Maureen had given birth to a good daughter.
Her judgment had been right, and she had not wrongly placed her trust in Arielle.
Giving Arielle the chance was the best decision she had recently made.
As Bjorn had not gone out of the house for a long time, he could not stay out under the sun for long. Thus, he could not send them off. Nevertheless, when he said his goodbyes to them, his eyes were filled with visible gratitude.
Arielle had not only given him an arm; Arielle had given him a life.
From then on, his loyalty was Arielle's to take.
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