“I think you should be the one to mind your manners and words. Even the girl you brought here has better etiquette than you! Zakai, let’s go!”
“Yes, father.” Reluctant to leave, Zakai looked at Lucinda and said, “Miss Simmons, I hope we’ll meet again soon.”
She nodded, smiling.
As the two exchanged looks, Kyson approached Lucinda and pulled her aside.
Once they were alone, Kyson cautioned her with a serious tone, “In Eurfrica, you can’t trust any man except me, particularly Harold.
Stay away from them.”
She said nothing.
However, deep inside, she couldn’t help but feel resentful. He was the one she shouldn’t trust!
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Among everyone here, he was the one consumed by paranoia and darkness!
But in order to avoid provoking him, she refrained from mocking him this time.
As Lucinda followed him up the stairs, she discreetly glanced in the direction Duke Myers and his son had left.
With their first interaction, she believed Zakai to be kind-hearted.
She hoped that he would understand her intentions and offer his help.
On their way back to the mansion, Zakai couldn’t contain his excitement as he sat in the car, reminiscing about his encounter with Lucinda.
“Father, I think I’ve experienced love at first sight. When I saw Miss Simmons earlier, I was instantly smitten. I want to pursue her!”
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Zakai exclaimed eagerly.
Harold stroked his beard thoughtfully and responded in a serious tone, “No! A few days ago, your mother informed me that Lance returned with a girl, and they are planning to get married soon. It must be her.”
Zakai’s face fell, disappointment evident in his expression.
“So, she’s my brother’s fiancee?”
“Enough! He is just a bastard. He is not your brother and I will never accept him!”
Harold declared, clenching his fists tightly as his anger flared up.
Zakai feared his father more than anyone else. He shrugged and pondered for a moment before saying, “But I don’t think Miss Simmons is fond of him. When we met earlier, she seemed to look at me for help. It appeared as if she was being forced.”
“It’s mot your business. Don’t bring it up again,” Harold curtly replied.
“But…”