He liked that she was so straightforward with him.
The tension in the air dissipated, and the two chatted lightheartedly.
But then Pierre joked, âWhat if Iâm not alone? What if I have backup out there whoâs trying to kill you?â
Lucinda suddenly fell silent.
She looked out the window in a trance.
âWould you really do that?â she whispered.
Before he could answer, they had already arrived at the bar.
Lucinda came to her senses and told him to stay hidden and to only come out if she was in danger.
After that, she went inside the bar alone.
She was wearing an elegant black velvet top and white tulle skirt tonight.
As soon as she stepped foot inside the bar, she looked a little out of place.
But she didnât give a damn.
Without dilly-dallying, she headed straight to the private room Kyson had booked.
In the corridor on the way to the private room, a tall man with sunglasses brushed past her.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks and her expression became serious.
Just now, she glanced at him casually and spotted a black mole on his temple, which struck her as familiar.
âSir?â she asked.
Lucinda looked at the man with bright eyes.
He stopped and turned around slowly.
Though he was wearing the sunglasses, she could see his prominent nose.
He looked quite handsome, burly, and tall-it seemed that he was around 6.
3 feet tall.
Confused, he asked calmly, âYou talking to me?â
Lucinda approached him and said, âYes, sir.
Do you know how to get to VIP Room 69?â
The manâs expression darkened.
âIâm not familiar with this place either.
Ask the staff instead.
â
âJudging from your accent, it seems that youâre not a local.
Are you here on vacation?â Lucinda spoke softly, her eyes fixed on him.
He looked into her beautiful eyes, but remained unfazed.
âMiss, if youâre lost, talk to the staff here.
If you just want to chat, then Iâm sorry.
Iâm leaving.
â