Chapter 209 Don't Get Any Ideas

From the direction of the elevator, the bodyguard suddenly called out, "Mrs. Howard." Whitney turned around. It was Madelyn, dressed in a tailored camel-colored wool coat. A delicate pearl brooch gleamed on her chest as she walked forward with steady, confident steps. "Mrs. Howard, you're here." Dariel lowered his head slightly, his tone respectful. Madelyn glanced at him and spoke with a faint, authoritative air in her voice. "Dariel, you've become quite skilled as Noel's assistant, sneaking people upstairs like this." "Not at all, Mrs. Howard. You misunderstand. This is Ms. Spencer." Realizing she had inadvertently caused trouble for Dariel, Whitney quickly spoke up. "Mrs. Howard, it wasn't Mr. Carter who brought me up. I came on my own to check on Mr. Howard." When Madelyn heard this, she turned to face Whitney. She studied Whitney carefully for a moment before recognition flashed across her face. "Oh, it's you, Whitney. Forgive me for not recognizing you earlier. How are y