Clarisse glanced at Joseph with a disdainful look. "I'm not helping you; I just find this amusing."

Joseph still wore a smile on his face, but inside, he cursed Clarisse. "I still have to thank you, Madam Baker," he said, then looked at James.

James' expression was grim, but with Clarisse having spoken, what else could he do? He could not just throw Joseph out.

"James, aren't you going to fetch Sir Hoffman?"

"No need!" Mateo's voice came from upstairs. Mateo stood at the top of the stairs, carefully helping Maxwell down.

"Dad, take it slowly," Mateo urged.

Maxwell's sharp eyes briefly rested on Joseph before shifting away. "What brings you here today, Joseph?"

approaching, I thought I'd come by to see

getting old!" Maxwell said as he slowly made his way downstairs with Mateo's

seated Maxwell comfortably, he turned to Joseph. "Joseph,

leaving to fetch the tea. Mateo then took a

seating himself with a humble demeanor. "Sir Hoffman, you still

Joseph knows how to

Mateo, Joseph's face showed a hint of awkwardness. "Sir Hoffman, you flatter me too much. How

a smile. As James served the tea, Joseph took a sip and then set the cup down. He hesitated before speaking, "Actually, there's something I'd like to

glinting as he feigned confusion. "Are you facing some

planning to develop the

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