"What's going on?" Aaron anxiously asked, "Isn't she your new secretary? When did she come in?"
"Yes, she's one of mine, but she isn't here to be a secretary. Her job is to protect me," I explained.
Aaron looked at me suspiciously, as if thinking about the credibility of my words.
In order to dispel his concerns, I added, "Don't you think that the Reid Manor's security is tight enough now? Since Mullen appeared soundlessly in front of us within a minute, she can protect me well, right?"
Aaron remained silent, a likely indication that he agreed.
"Do you want to sit down and eat together?" I asked Mullen as I raised my head to look at her.
"Is there something for me to do here?" Her face was icy as she ignored my invitation.
"No, there isn't." For me to ask her to show up was already an inconvenience on my part. I beckoned her, "It's so cold outside. Why don't you come in and eat some food to warm yourself up?"
Not replying to me, Mullen immediately turned around and headed back upstairs. Not too long after, she came to a halt and glanced sideways. She said, "I'm not used to this."
After that, she quickened her steps and walked towards the corridor.
However, I was a little confused.
What wasn't she used to?
We had prepared seafood, a cuisine that was considered quite universal. It was implausible that she wouldn't be used to the taste of the food.
Perhaps Mullen had stood too far just then, so she jumped to the conclusion that we had ordered some exotic cuisine.
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