Hearing the two little ones, Deanna's already flushed cheeks turned even redder. She glared at the two, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Before she could say anything, Lance stepped in, releasing her and soothingly saying, "Alright, don't be mad."
Then he winked at the two little ones and, in a lecturing tone, addressed them. "And you two, how could you say that earlier?"
"We were wrong. Next time Daddy and Mommy are being affectionate, we won't say anything," the two little ones admitted their mistake cooperatively.
Deanna looked at the three of them with a mix of helplessness and amusement. Did they think she couldn't see their blatant collusion? Laughing and chatting, the family returned to the manor.
That evening, Deanna received the design plans for the research institute from the renovation company. She reviewed them carefully and found no issues, then sent a copy to her master and Brent. Shortly after, she received replies from both.
Master: "The design looks good. Go ahead with the renovation. Let me know when it's done, and I'll send over the equipment."
Brent: "If Miss finds no issues, then it's fine. Master Gunner instructed that everything should be according to Miss's wishes."
After reading the messages, Deanna replied accordingly.
The next morning, Deanna saw off the two little ones and Lance before driving to the research institute. She had planned to pick up Brent, but he had already gone to the institute. When she arrived, she saw Brent waiting at the entrance.
She got out of the car and asked, "Brent, why didn't you go inside?" "I was waiting for you, Miss," Brent replied respectfully.
Seeing this, Deanna didn't know what to say. She felt a growing curiosity about her master's identity because Brent's demeanor reminded her of a butler from an old aristocratic family. She thought about the medical skills her master had taught her, which Old Hughes referred to as ancient medical art, controlled by hidden families. Clearly, her master had an unusual background.
"Let's go inside. The construction team will be here soon," Deanna said, pushing aside her thoughts.
Brent nodded and gestured for Deanna to lead the way. Although she felt a bit awkward, she accepted it, knowing that Brent would continue his ways regardless of what she said. Just like how he insisted on calling her Miss despite her request to use her name.
Not long after they entered the institute, the renovation team arrived-the same people from yesterday. The leader greeted them politely before getting down to business.
"Miss Jones, do you have any comments or modifications for the design plans I sent last night?" "The design is fine. You can start the work," Deanna decided.
The leader nodded and said, "I'll contact the company to send over the materials, and we'll start this afternoon."
Deanna asked, "How long will the project take?"
"Given the extensive modifications needed, I estimate it will take about a month. If you're planning to install equipment, you can arrange for it to be delivered a month later," the leader explained.
Although Deanna thought a month was a bit long, she understood that quality work takes time. She nodded and said, "Alright. I'll arrange for the equipment to be delivered in a month. In the meantime, I'll have someone check on the progress periodically."
"Understood," the leader agreed.
They discussed some details of the renovation while Brent stood quietly behind Deanna, watching her handle everything. By noon, they left the institute.
At the entrance, Brent checked the time and said respectfully, "Miss, it's almost noon. I've reserved a restaurant for lunch. Shall we eat before continuing with our schedule, or do you want to meet up with Mr. Lance?"
"Let's eat first. I have some questions for you," Deanna replied and gestured for Brent to get in the car.
Soon they arrived at the restaurant Brent had booked. During lunch, Deanna brought up PHG4.
"Brent, do you know Zeus Medical Instrument Group's president?"
"Is there a problem?" Brent asked instead of answering directly.
Deanna explained, "I wanted to purchase a batch of PHG4 from Zeus Group, but they refused to sell it to me. I tried to contact Mr. Pratt personally, but he left the country before I could reach him."