Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Elliot blinked at the message in surprise and tapped on the study door upstairs. "Mr. Sterling, Ms. Wilson just sent me a message..." He trailed off as Julian's calm, steady voice came from inside, phone pressed to his car. "Grandma, I swear I didn't ditch you on purpose. Something urgent came up. Don't get upset. It'll push up your blood pressure. "Yes, yes, I've been so busy I feel like I'm splitting in two. You're right-if this keeps up, I'll die a lonely bachelor, Elliot thought bitterly, 'No one else in Jouleston could get this treatment.

Only his grandmother makes him endure such patience.' As soon as Julian hung up, his expression cooled. "What did she message you for?" "She said she'd bring your suit back." Elliot hesitated, then deliberately cleared his throat. "Since you're so busy, maybe I should tell her not to. Don't want to waste your time." Julian's sharp glare landed on him. "Tell her to bring it." "When?" "Now." "Mr. Sterling? Aren't you busy?" Elliot swallowed, not daring to press further. "Got it. I'll reply right away." From the staircase, Peter popped a candy into his mouth and muttered, "Why ask at all?

With how clean-freak Mr. Sterling is, he'd never want something from an outside dry cleaner anyway." Chapter 126 "Mr. Sterling said Ms. Wilson should deliver it herself," Elliot told Peter, shooting him a look that made him feel like an idiot. "And he said now." Elliot: [Ms. Wilson, Mr. Sterling is free right now. Please bring it over.] Elliot: [We're at the Delta Mansion.] Sydney froze as the messages arrived one after another. They actually meant it? Still, after what had happened that night, she owed Julian a proper thank-you. Maybe this was her chance.

She carefully folded the suit jacket, got in her car, and drove to the Delta Mansion. Oddly, despite the mansion's reputation for tight security, this was the second time she had been waved through without a single question. She followed the lakeside road, her chest tightening as the villa came into view. To Julian, her behavior that night must have looked pathetic. He had probably written her off as a hopeless lovesick fool a hundred times over. Undoubtedly, he would mock her again today. "Ms. Wilson, you're here!" Elliot hurried out as soon as he spotted her car, opening the door for her.

Julian's roof-like a little sister he had grown up looking after, but always with a measure of respect. It felt as if nothing had changed, as if she were simply home again. For a moment, Sydney almost believed she had never left. She

into the household as a little girl, they had been fascinated by her. She was soft, sweet, and precious. They had doted on her as if she were a treasure. Even after everything that happened later, she remained

inside the Delta Mansion. 1/2 It was strange and unfamiliar-just