The Runaway Groom

Chapter 782

They opened the front doors to reveal a grand hall with a tall ceiling and two separate curved staircases on both ends—just like the castles one would see in movies.

There were up to eight Franconian servants, standing in a row and adding to the classical presence the castle carries.

"Mr.Jefferson," Pierre greeted Isaac.

He was the butler, a tall and slender man dressed in a fine suit, and he appeared rather advanced in age.

Isaac introduced Irene.

"This is my wife.We will be staying here for a couple days."

"Ma'am," Pierre greeted her respectfully, while introducing the servants and what their job entailed.

"However, they would mostly stick to cleaning the building as it isn't usually unoccupied.I'll have them prepare your room."

As Irene nodded in understanding, he deftly directed the other servants to work, novelebook since he knew best what they were good at and what tasks they were best suited for.

Naturally, the castle was kept flawlessly clean despite its size.

"I shall have a bath prepared for both of you, and dinner will be ready at seven.Would that be ideal?" Pierre asked.

"Sure," Isaac replied and turned to Irene.

go upstairs."

clear that Pierre knew the castle better than Isaac, and he was always waiting for new orders as he brought them

all, Isaac might find something

the second floor was a

was a huge rectangular room with stained glass windows, decorated

were arranged tidily in a U-shape arrangement, with square tables separating each

made it a good place for discussion and

also other visitor areas, along with

were six of them, each having its own separate living area, bathroom,

that the castle was too huge, and it was quite a trip if one needed

Irene was tired before they

here for the

ma'am.Do look around the basement and the first floor when you have the time,"no.vele.book Pierre said before

a couch, Irene rubbed her neck and looked up at

here, but don't you think it's not that

if they had everything they needed

children need space to grow," Isaac

Mrs.Watson, Sheryl, their bodyguards, and their chauffeur—it would not feel that empty with so

well, it would feel even

only natural that it seemed quiet with

the night.I might be