Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 227

When Patton heard the name “Phantom Healer,” he glanced at the insulated container in Isabella’s hand, then at Karen.

Since she was, after all, a young lady of the family’s second branch, Patton nodded. “Then I must ask you two to move to the side hall for now. We need to redecorate this area.”

Being allowed to stay meant a chance to turn things around, so Karen naturally had no objections.

A flash of joy appeared in Isabella’s heart, and she nodded obediently.

As long as she could remain at the Blackwood estate, there was a chance!

***

The Lancaster family estate.

As soon as Serena came downstairs, she heard waves of laughter from the living room.

She looked up.

Sure enough, she saw Nicholas sitting on the sofa, chatting with old Mr. Lancaster and Catherine.

His posture was relaxed yet elegant, and his words were tactful and perfectly measured. He managed to show respect for the elders and his high regard for Serena, without seeming overly sycophantic just because of her.

He had old Mr. Lancaster and Catherine grinning from ear to ear, so charmed they couldn’t contain their smiles.

They had almost completely forgotten about his ulterior motive: to steal their precious girl.

“Serena, you’re up?” Catherine stood up with a broad smile. “Come have breakfast. Nicholas has been waiting for you for a while.”

Serena glanced at the wall clock as she walked over. “We agreed on ten o’clock.”

It was only eight-thirty.

Nicholas lifted his head slightly, a warm smile spreading across his handsome, almost ethereal face. Even his almond-shaped eyes seemed to ripple with affection. “A day apart feels like an eternity. By my count… a whole season has passed since we parted last night.”

“Besides, it is my honor to spend more time speaking with old Mr. Lancaster and my aunt-to-be.”

He delivered the lines, one after another, without batting an eye.

“Or… we could just hire the designer to come to the house and create custom pieces just for you, based on your preferences!”

With that, old Mr. Lancaster was about to pull out his black card for Serena again.

Serena ate her breakfast calmly and replied, “No, I like YB’s designs very much.”

She gestured to her outfit. “This is a YB design.”

old Mr. Lancaster froze, his hand holding the card trembling slightly. “YB also designed… something so plain and simple?”

When he had looked into it before, he had specifically noted that YB’s designs were all luxurious, high-fashion pieces with bold cuts.

Serena hummed in affirmation.

Of course they did.

This was an exclusive piece she had designed for herself for comfort and mobility, one that had never been released to the public.