Chapter 1520 - 1561: Picking a Fight

"Mwah!" It was a crisp and loud kiss, accompanied by a childish voice, "Nannan really likes the young master... just like he likes Atlas."

He was a bit taken aback. Had he been kissed by this little one again? Especially since her saliva had landed on his cheek, he could vaguely still feel that wet and sticky sensation, yet he didn’t feel disgusted at all.

Instead... it felt more like he was expecting something?

Good heavens, what was he thinking? Jeremiah May shook his head, besides, what she said just now, it would have been fine if she hadn’t added that last part. With that last part, it meant that in her heart, he was just on the same level as that superstar she had never met. Why was he so pleased about it!

Jeremiah put the little one back on the ground, "You... you play by yourself, I... I’ve got things to do." After saying this, he turned and hurriedly walked towards the main house, only to find his cheeks uncontrollably flushing with redness.

The little one blinked her phoenix eyes, somewhat dazedly watching Jeremiah’s departing figure.

Then she picked up the poster she had previously placed on the lawn, happily holding it against her chest. At this time, the little one hadn’t noticed that on the other side, behind the shade of a tree, a small figure was watching her.

Mireille Yowell’s face was full of indignation. She had secretly followed Brother Jeremiah, only to see Brother Jeremiah giving that idiot a poster, hugging that idiot, and even letting that idiot kiss him.

She hadn’t even had a chance to kiss Brother Jeremiah, so why should that idiot get it!

She wasn’t going to let that idiot have it easy! That idiot better not think she could keep anything Brother Jeremiah gave! Mireille thought menacingly to herself.

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Madam Landon had stayed at the May residence for a few days, and it was time to return; naturally, Master May planned to personally escort Madam Landon back to the Landon Family side.

But before setting off, Master May asked, "Where’s Mireille?"

"Oh, she’s probably still playing somewhere. This child, once she starts having fun, she disappears. I’ll go find her." Grace Yowell hurriedly replied, then stood up to look for her daughter.

Completely unaware that her daughter was at the servants’ quarters, accusing Xie Nannan of stealing something and insisting that Amelia Foster open their room.

"This... little miss, my daughter really hasn’t stolen anything." Amelia Foster tried hard to defend her daughter.

"Hmph, I saw it with my own eyes. She stole Brother Jeremiah’s stuff." Mireille Yowell said, not forgetting to add a threat, "If you don’t open the door, I’ll tell Grandpa May and have him kick you out."

Amelia Foster’s face turned pale with fright, so she opened the door. She trusted her daughter, after all, Nannan might be silly, but she had never taken something that belonged to someone else.

Once Mireille Yowell was inside the room, she saw a signed Atlas Shaw poster taped to the wall. She immediately recognized it as what Brother Jeremiah had given this idiot yesterday, and charged forward to tear down the poster.

Mireille Yowell tore it roughly, and the poster was immediately ripped apart.

"Atlas! Don’t tear Atlas!" Nannan was anxious and tried to rush forward to reclaim the poster, but Mireille Yowell, still unsatisfied, tore it into even smaller pieces.

The shredded poster became worthless scraps, scattered on the ground.