"The young master will be back soon. Go down now and get ready. If anyone dares to make any mistakes, I will not be lenient."
"yes.."
In the evening, the setting sun dyed half of the sky red.
The maids in the castle stood on both sides of the gate to welcome the arrival of Maki Fujiwara, the third son of the Is family.
A silver Rolls-Royce drove in from outside the carved iron gate.
Dazzling laminated crystal lamps hang from the curved ceiling.
The lights in the hall were shining, and the seven- to eight-meter-long dining table was filled with a variety of delicacies and top-quality red wine that was said to cost millions a bottle.
At both ends of the dining table, two young masters from the Castle of Isse were sitting.
Mu Tianling raised the crystal cup on the table, smiled at Mu Fujiwara who was sitting opposite him, and said, "Cheers!"
Itohara, who was only wearing a black nightgown, lay lazily aside, his watery eyes narrowed, and a sarcastic smile flashed in his eyes.
The slightly raised corners of her lips revealed a charming arc.
A head of scattered black hair reflected a soft luster under the crystal lamp.
He has a beautiful face that makes people feel breathless just looking at it.
Charming and charming, charming all living beings.
She has a fair and smooth face, graceful lines, and watery eyes with a charming light.
The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are perfectly shaped, and every part of the body exudes nobility and elegance.
Yisdai brings forth beauties.
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.
Especially Mu Fujiwara and Mu Tianling of this generation are even more outstanding.
My brother is handsome and charming.
The younger brother is charming and seductive.
When Mu Tianling was twenty-five years old, he was already the CEO of the Yis Group.
Makoto Fujiwara, on the other hand, does nothing all day long and is a complete idle playboy.
But in Is, the one who is loved the most is Makoto Fujiwara.
He is also the one with the weirdest temper and the most difficult to get along with.
Mu Fujiwara raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Tianling, slowly sat up straight and stretched out his hand.
But he didn't go to get the wine glass.
Instead, he picked up the knife and fork in front of the table, cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.
There was no unhappy expression on Mu Tianling's face.
He just smiled faintly, lowered his head and took a sip of red wine.
"Who cooked this steak?"
Makoto Fujiwara suddenly put down the knife and fork in his hand, frowned and looked at the maid standing beside him.
The maid was startled by his frowning gesture, "Xiao, young master, it was made by Chef Fang."
"Oh, is it so?"
He took the handkerchief on the side and wiped the corners of his lips. With a charming smile on his face, he curled his lips slightly and said, "Fire him immediately."
The maid was stunned and said in surprise, "Young Master..."
Makoto Fujiwara picked up the crystal cup and took a sip of red wine, and said with a smile, "How can you enter the Is family with your level? Brother, your taste is getting worse and worse."
After hearing such words, the expression on Mu Tianling's face was still light, and he smiled and said, "Since I don't think it's good, then just quit."
The maid sighed slightly in her heart.
The young master has been like this since he was a child.
As long as something doesn't go his way, someone will be in trouble.
His casual words determine the fate of others.
The unlucky ones are always the servants like them.
"I'm tired, brother, please eat slowly."
The food on the table was basically untouched and still radiating heat.
Mu Fujiwara threw the handkerchief on the table casually, stood up slowly, gave Mu Tianling a cold look, turned and went upstairs.