"Do elders have the right to just tell people to get lost?"
Maeve Lane replied, "If you were my peer, you'd be speaking to me from the ground right now."
Mrs. Fairchild chuckled with anger, "Maeve, you're quite something!"
"The feeling's mutual." Maeve faced her, "And please, Mrs. Fairchild, stop testing my patience."
"Who gave you such audacity, Maeve?" Mrs. Fairchild was incredulous.
— "I did."
Everyone present was startled and turned to look at where the voice came from.
At some point, another helicopter had landed on the tarmac, even more luxurious than Mrs. Fairchild's.
Butler Forrest had intended to warn Mrs. Fairchild, but Miles Hughes signaled him to remain silent.
Miles's intentions aligned with the young master's, so he kept his mouth shut.
Maeve, with her back to him, hadn't noticed when Julian Fairchild had arrived, but the moment she heard his voice, she knew it was Julian.
