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?"

the end of the year, and with the new year approaching,

getting old!" Maxwell said as he slowly made

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

to fetch the

neither too close nor too distant, seating himself with a humble demeanor. "Sir Hoffman, you still look as vigorous

Maxwell chuckled heartily, then turned to Mateo. "See, Joseph knows how to speak well. Look at

"Sir Hoffman, you flatter me too

then set the cup

dark eyes glinting as he feigned confusion. "Are you facing

Group was planning

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