Chapter 20

When Tara passed by the group of heiresses again, Isabella called out to her. She said, "Come here for a moment." Tara approached. "Ladies, would you like something to drink?" Isabella had always been a good judge of character. The housekeeper standing before her had a stunning figure that even the uniform couldn't conceal, and her beauty was the kind that could take anyone's breath away. But it was the clarity in her dark, luminous eyes that stood out the most. There was something unmistakably upright and sincere in her gaze. This surprised Isabella. "Where are Jonah and the others?" Isabella asked. Hearing yet another person looking for Jonah, Tara smoothly pointed the way as if she had done it a hundred times. "Mr. Pearson is in the next room." Her tone was neither hurried nor slow, showing no displeasure or wariness. "Then where's Soren?" Viola asked as she teasingly glanced at Renee Olsen, the heiress beside her. Renee shyly shook her arm while carefully observing Tara's