I was shocked and quickly got out of the car, "I’m sorry, Butler Cross, the car was too comfortable, I accidentally fell asleep. You should have woken me up." "Miss Miller, there’s no need to be nervous. It was the Second Young Master who told us not to wake you, saying you must be exhausted from work." Butler Cross responded with a smile, gesturing for me to go inside. Google seaʀᴄh novel⁂fire.net I followed with the garment bag in hand, still pondering Butler Cross’s words. "I fell asleep in the car, and Second Master Carter knows about it too?" Oh god! This is so embarrassing it’s like throwing my face all the way to Valvion. "Yes, when your car arrived, the Second Young Master was about to go out and happened to encounter it. The driver said you were asleep in the car, and the Second Young Master took a glance and told us not to wake you." Daniel Carter even looked at me? I was flustered, instinctively freeing a hand to touch the corner of my mouth—did I drool! This is so mortifying... When I met Mrs. Carter, I quickly explained the reason for being late, but I was interrupted just as I started speaking. "No worries, it’s not easy for you young people working so hard. It’s my fault for not having met you sooner and making you rush ." Mrs. Carter was particularly polite, even finding excuses for me. I felt even more embarrassed, "Madam, it’s not your fault, it’s that my family has been quite busy recently, but rest assured, I will not delay your birthday banquet, and the clothes are being made with great care." "Yes, I believe you." I showed Mrs. Carter the design sketches and the initial sample, making some adjustments to details according to her requests. Busy until almost noon, we finally settled all the requirements. "Miller Junior, why don’t you stay for lunch, it’s already noon." Mrs. Carter addressed me more amiably, extending another invitation. I apologized profusely, "Thank you for your hospitality, but I promised to visit my grandmother this afternoon, really sorry." "It’s true, weekends should be spent with family. It’s my bad planning, having you work overtime on a weekend." I declined the invitation again, but instead of being upset, Mrs. Carter comforted me. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed such a nice person exists. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Carter, I packed my things and left Carter Manor. Just as I was about to get into the car, a black Audi approached slowly. "The Second Young Master is back." Butler Cross smiled as he walked forward. I felt a slight warmth in my heart as the elegant silhouette of that figure appeared in my mind, and I found myself inexplicably looking forward to seeing him. But I didn’t dare show it, nervously clutching the things in my arms, standing by the car door. The Audi came to a stop, and Butler Cross opened the car door. Daniel Carter stepped out gracefully in his casual sportswear, exuding an elegant aura. "It’s already noon, Miss Miller, you’re not staying for lunch?" Daniel Carter noticed me and spoke warmly. I finally looked up at him. He must have been playing sports; his handsome face still showed a post-exercise flush, making his dark eyes appear even brighter as they stared at me, inexplicably making me nervous. "No, I have a family lunch, it’s been planned for a while." I responded with a smile, not realizing that my tone had unconsciously become more demure. "True, the weekend should be spent with family." He nodded, echoing Mrs. Carter’s sentiments. We weren’t familiar with each other, and our social circles didn’t overlap. As soon as the conversation started, the atmosphere grew cold. And naturally, I lowered my gaze. Lowering my gaze, it swept past his waist, and I recalled that "grab" while taking his measurements last time, which was like a female hooligan’s move. My gaze immediately found nowhere to settle. "How is the clothing? Is the old lady satisfied?" Daniel Carter spoke again, startling me back to my senses, "Hmm?" I uttered. Seeing my distracted state, his handsome face showed a smile, subtly nodding at the garment cover I was holding. "Oh!" I suddenly realized, hastily replying, "It’s good. Some detail adjustments are needed. I’ll make those changes when I get back." After speaking, I was afraid he’d think my skills were lacking, so I quickly added, "I’ll hurry, I promise I won’t delay the madam’s birthday banquet." "No rush, if time is tight, just complete two sets first. Health is important, don’t work yourself too hard." His words of concern reminded me of the morning’s embarrassing nap in the car, making me feel mortified. Noticing my embarrassment, Daniel Carter took two steps forward with his long frame: "Since Miss Miller has an appointment this noon, I won’t keep you. Let’s talk some other day." I snapped back to reality, nodding repeatedly, "Alright, goodbye, Mr. Carter." As I sat in the car, I couldn’t believe he walked over and personally closed the door for me, and waved through the car’s window. Is it because I’m too biased towards rich people? I feel any of his actions—be it a smile, a glance, even a slight breeze lifting a strand of hair—seem extraordinarily different when it’s him. That ingrained decorum and upbringing, the innate nobility and elegance, the comprehensive attention to detail inadvertently displayed; it truly impresses and fascinates me. The car started, slowly driving away. On a whim, I turned back for a glance. Daniel Carter was still standing at the door, watching as I left. Once again, warmth surged through my heart, along with some indescribable emotions. But his elevated status, that nobility and grandeur, made me unable to discern what those emotions actually were. At my grandmother’s house, my aunt and the housekeeper had already prepared lunch. These days, I’ve been too busy to sit down and eat a proper meal. Seeing the bountiful feast in front of me, a warm feeling filled my heart. During the meal, my aunt asked about the auction. A slight pang of anxiety hit me. In front of my grandmother, I didn’t dare speak the truth, so I had to confidently say, "Don’t worry, I’ve got the money." My grandmother was curious, "Where did you get so much money?" Chewing on a garlic-flavored rib, I mumbled, "I sold the villa to Adrian Gordon. He has some conscience left, giving me over thirty million, enough to redeem the bracelet." Grandmother sighed, "He really is clueless...but for Sophie, one mistake leads to another." "It’s not cluelessness, just pure malice." I didn’t want to talk about this person, so I quickly changed the subject. After lunch, my grandmother went for a nap. Just as I was about to leave, my aunt stopped me. "Tell the truth, how much more do you need?" I glanced at my aunt, knowing I couldn’t hide it, and truthfully said, "I’ve tried everything I can and managed to gather twenty to thirty million; I estimate I’m still seventy million short." My aunt frowned, clearly overwhelmed by such a astronomical figure. "I can gather twenty million." My aunt pondered a moment and said. I was shocked, "Aunt, where did you get so much money?" My aunt smiled, "I’ve saved up over the years and there’s some from the family savings, a total of twenty million is doable." "But if Uncle finds out—" "He’ll understand, after all, it’s your mother’s keepsake and something the old lady holds dear." My aunt, concerned about my anxiety, reassured me, "I don’t need the money urgently, let’s get the bracelet first." "Okay, thank you, Auntie. My company is doing well, I’ll pay you back with interest then." That night, my aunt transferred the full twenty million to me. I reached out to all my closest friends, using the company as collateral, and managed to gather a few million more. By then, I had fifty million in hand. With less than a week left until the auction, I still faced a fifty-million shortfall. I exhausted all means, even thinking of selling the company, but there wasn’t enough time to execute within such a short period. After much consideration, there was only one remaining option. To seek help from Jason Miller.