Kyson clapped his hands and gazed at Nathaniel through his charming ice blue eyes.
âIâve liked Lucinda since I was a child.
If I hadnât gone to the Secret Investigation Department, I might have already married her.
I know you like her too, but you have divorced, and she just took revenge on you by treating you as her manservant.
Are you willing to put all that behind you?â
Nathaniel didnât reply.
Kyson continued, âI have investigated you thoroughly, but found nothing of note.
I know you are not just the young master of the Roberts family in Forden.
Your identity is not that simple.
Who the hell are you?â
Kyson leaned against the sofa.
His blue eyes was fixed on Nathaniel with a half-smile on his face.
He appeared lazy and evil.
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After conducting some investigation on the people around Nathaniel, he concluded that he was not just an ordinary person.
His spotless resume seemed too good to be true.
âIâm Nathaniel Roberts, and thatâs all.
â
Nathaniel narrowed his dark eyes, walked to the sofa next to Kyson and sat up straight.
He glanced at Kyson, taking note of the exquisitely chiseled chest muscles and clavicle that were visible through his black shirt.
The ice blue eyes only added to his charm.
Even Nathaniel, as a man, couldnât deny that he was breathtakingly beautiful.
He wondered if Lucinda, too, would find Kyson as attractive.
Suddenly, Nathaniel recalled that Kyson had mentioned being friends with Lucinda for many years.
Also, when she saw him the other day, there was a complicated look in her eyes.
Lucinda⦠Did she like him before?
Kyson noticed that Nathanielâs gaze was fixed on his body, and with an evil smile, he said, âIâm a man of my word.
If anyone dares to touch what belongs to me, Iâll chop him off and then take my stuff back.
Do you understand what I mean by that?â
Nathaniel smiled.
He was seemingly unfazed by Kysonâs threat.
He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it up gracefully.
He sounded very provocative.
âYou can try, and Iâll take you on until the end.
Butâ¦â
He paused and his expression turned serious and cautious.
âLucinda is not someoneâs property.
Sheâs independent and has a mind of her own.
No one can influence her decision.
â
âThatâs correct, but I can influence her choice, just like I did last night.
â
At Kysonâs mention of last night, Nathanielâs eyes darkened more, and cruelty and coldness shot through him.