"If we put it that way, it does seem a bit troublesome." Paige Everett picked up her coffee cup and took a tiny sip. "But there are other ways."
"You have ideas for this kind of stuff?" Mrs. Huxley looked at her, incredulous, then moved closer, holding her hand. "Quick, tell me, what good ideas do you have."
Paige gave a mysterious smile to Mrs. Huxley. "You just said it yourself; usually, people can't sway Maxim Sinclair, but there's one exception. If that person speaks up, Maxim will definitely comply without a second thought."
Mrs. Huxley couldn't guess who she meant. "Even the parents can't do it; who else can?"
"How could you forget such an important detail?" Paige frowned and gave her a light slap. "Don't forget, Maxim grew up around Old Master Sinclair; he's the perfect successor personally taught by him."
"Oh right, how could I have forgotten that?" Mrs. Huxley finally realized. "We can use that approach."
