"Are you sure you don't want to accept the invitation from the Young Master?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I already told you that I don't want to accept it."
The bearded old butler asked Veronica in an arrogant tone. His head was slightly turned up like a fool, looking down on Veronica like he was looking at the dirt on the street.
Veronica, on the other hand, politely declined. A professional smile still remained on her pretty face. She also bent her head down slightly.
The attitude shown by Veronica was inversely proportional to the attitude had been shown by the old butler.
In response to Veronica's polite and professional demeanor, Old Butler instead brought his eyebrows together, making the wrinkles he already had on his forehead become very thick.
He automatically pointed at Veronica with his index finger, and then spoke in a loud voice.