Across the entire villa district, how many homes and supplies remained untouched? Celina frowned, thought for a beat, and named a few, "Iris Carter, Whitney Jensen, and the Patels and the Zangeros—aren't those all debutantes?" Theodore sneered. "Iris is a mama's girl; her mom would drag her out as far away as possible if she saw me. Whitney's some saintly martyr. Why would I waste my life messing with her? The Patel girl's engaged, and she's a lovesick fool. The Zangero girl ... ugly enough to hurt my eyes." Celina sighed. How could her son talk so viciously? After his list, it sounded like only that little maid was acceptable in the whole villa district! She protested, "Don't tell me there's not a single girl here you like. You don't have to pick from the staff!" Theodore hummed, "Well, it's not like there's none." Celina exhaled in relief. "See? There are plenty of good girls. Raven does her job well, and she's a competent maid. Let her work, don't make a fuss." Theodore stayed quiet. Celina glanced at her polished nails and pushed, "Which girl did you mean—the one you actually like?" Theodore replied, "That Ashford girl." Celina frowned, thinking, "The illegitimate daughter? Your taste ... " Theodore said, "Not that one. The one they kicked out, who was also Cassian's fiancée. Pretty good, arrogant as hell." Celina jumped up. "Cassian's fiancée?" She walked over and smacked the back of Theodore's head. "Snap out of it! Why would you go poke at Cassian? Haven't we had enough trouble?"Theodore hissed, "I wasn't trying to provoke him! Weren't you the one who mentioned it?" He backed up when Celina narrowed her eyes, "I really didn't mean to pick a fight! That woman's a man-eating plant. She is super weird." "Weird?" Celina was stunned. If even her strange son calls someone weird, that's saying something. She warned him seriously, "Good, don't provoke anyone. Your father says times are hard; we should avoid conflict with the Hollands. We might need to work with them later. Don't make enemies for no reason." Theodore glanced toward the door. "I know what I'm doing." Celina knew he was likely planning to go find Raven, so she added, "I won't interfere with your love life; boys will be boys. But I won't let you have Raven learning knives and guns." Theodore looked at her. "Why?" Celina frowned. "You forget the Mallin family tragedy? Servants are servants—if they get too dangerous, the masters suffer. We have trusted security; we don't need a maid who can handle weapons. If you train her into a 'female warrior,' what if she turns on me?" Theodore couldn't help laughing. "Madam Celina, you really overthink." She smacked his back again. "I'm not joking." Theodore shrugged. "Fine, I know what I'm doing. This is my project." Celina sighed. "How is finding a girlfriend your 'project'?" Theodore walked out, saying, "Anyway, I have my own reasons for what I do. All these years, have you ever seen me mess up something important?" He stalked out, smiling back at her, "You keep dancing and painting. Enjoy your life! Your son won't cause trouble, I promise!" Then he closed the door. Celina clicked her tongue. "That brat!" She sat back down, still worried. Though a handful, her son had never actually made her worry—until guns came into the picture. She hesitated, then picked up the walkie and called the head of security over. When the security chief came in with proper deference, Celina instructed in a low voice, "Keep a reliable guard watching Raven every day. Report any odd behavior immediately." The guard answered "Yes," and then made a throat-cutting gesture with his hand, asking, "Do you want us to ... " Celina thought a moment, shook her head. "Not yet. Just keep an eye on her. If Theo's planning to train her with guns, monitor changes and report right away." She added coldly, "In an emergency, take care of it immediately." "Understood, Madam." Theodore left the dance room and headed straight for the utility room. Raven was inside folding towels; when she saw him, her brow tightened, and she forced out a greeting. "Mr. Theodore." An older maid in the room echoed, "Mr. Theodore."