At this moment, inside Leon Battleson's villa, Riley Thompson was wrapped up tightly, sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing the butler come out, she rushed over eagerly.
"Is the young master ready to see me?"
Due to her emotional agitation, Riley's voice carried a hint of choking, and she even reached out to grab the butler's coat.
Now, she was like a rat in the street, universally despised.
And right now, the only lifeline she could hold onto was Leon Battleson.
However, the butler merely pinched Riley's wrist and pushed her hand away.
He even furrowed his brow and patted his coat, as if something dirty had touched it.
Then the butler lifted his head, looking indifferently at Riley in front of him.
"Miss Curtis, the young master is not seeing guests anymore. Please leave."
But upon hearing the butler refer to her in this way, Riley reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, her emotions spiking instantly.
