?Chapter 432:


    That was when I noticed that nearly all the servants were fawning over Molly.


    The reason was clear to me. Molly, hailing from a noble family, had risen to prominence within the werewolf pack through her ability to conjure divine light at the ancestral cemetery and also her current pregnancy. Inparison, I was just a lowly sex ve. Naturally, who among them would wish to serve me? With this realization, I kept myposure, while Molly wore a smug smile.


    She cocked her head and asked innocently, “Makenna, why haven’t you picked any of them?”


    I let out a derisive snort and said coldly, “Molly, we’re alone here. You can drop the act.”


    “Makenna, I really don’t mean any harm.” Molly adopted a look of distress and let out a resigned sigh. “Well, if that’s how it is, I suppose I’ll have to make my selection first.”


    Her voice, though not raised, was enough to catch the attention of all the nearby servants. “Molly, choose me!”


    “Pick me, pick me…” The servants clustered around her in a flurry, each eagerly demonstrating their skills and vying for her favor.


    Alice, seeing the scene, grumbled under her breath, “Such shameless snobs!”


    I maintained a stoic facade, simply watching themotion, unfazed. People naturally flock to those in power, and that did not bother me.


    It was then that my eyesnded on a young maid, isted and curled up in a corner by herself.


    Her fiery red hair, vibrant like mes, stood out starkly in the dim corner. Her eyes, a matching shade of red, were filled with deep wariness and unease.


    She hadn’t approached Molly to ingratiate herself like the others, and I noticed that the rest of the servants seemed to deliberately or inadvertently shun her.


    The prejudice against her color among the werewolf pack could very well be the reason she was so isted.


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    I made my way through the throng, heading directly toward the lonely figure.


    “What’s your name?” I asked softly. “And how old are you?”


    The red-haired servant looked up in rm as I approached. Her red eyes flickered with a hint of panic.


    “My… My name is Evie Hampton, and I’m seventeen.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and she looked at me with a timid expression.


    Seventeen? She was barely an adult.


    The realization took me aback. To begin working as a servant at such a tender age must indeed be challenging.


    I gently asked, “What are you skilled at?”


    Hearing my question, Evie straightened up quickly. “I can cook, clean, doundry, and care for people. I’m eager to learn and willing to undertake any task!”


    She still had a baby face, and her red eyes shone with a sincere and clear resolve.


    Looking at her, a wave of sympathy washed over me.


    “Sir,” I turned to address the butler who had been following me.


    “I’ve decided. I will take Evie as my servant.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    My choice caused quite a stir among the servants, leading to hushed tones and surprised murmurs.


    “Why would she pick Evie? It’s rare for anyone to choose a red-haired werewolf; they’re usually seen as the humblest.”


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