But as soon as Chen Meng'er said this, Mary's expression changed again. Chen Meng'er felt that Mary's face today was like a color palette— ever changing. It was very beautiful. "Miss Meng'er, right? My miss didn't mean that. You've misunderstood."
"Mary, who do you work for? How can you speak up for her? Shut up." Lilia Hilton did not understand Mary's good intentions.
Chen Meng'er crossed her arms over her chest and said to Mary with a faint smile, "Ms. Mary, your good intentions don't seem to be appreciated by your miss."
Mary was helpless as well. She was helping Lilia Hilton, who did not know that if her words were to be spread to the upper-class circles in England, she would offend countless people. She did not know how many people would point fingers at her behind her back. But obviously, Lilia Hilton had not thought of this at all.
