Staring at the ruffian hanging around Cecilia and that woman with the surname West-oh, it was certainly a pseudonym-they were just petty crooks on Kris's payroll, clueless about who Kris's actual contact was.

Cecilia's expression shifted, her grip on Lucinda's hand suddenly firm.

"Lucy, you don't think Mr. Malicious is in trouble, do you?"

Lucinda quickly reassured her, "No way, Mr. Malicious loves to showboat. The only time he doesn't want a crowd is when he's with you, to avoid a third wheel. Otherwise, he's always surrounded by a squad of bodyguards."

"His status and his clout mean the Porter family wouldn't dare hurt him directly. If Madeleine's peeved with him, she'd go after you to make him regret it, rather than confront him head-on."

"But why hasn't he come around in days? He's usually like clingfilm, practically stuck to me 24/7. If he's not here, he's definitely up to something risky behind my back."

Lucinda was at a loss for words.

She truly had no idea what Owen had been up to these past few days.

"If you're that worried, why not call him now and see what he's doing?"

Cecilia immediately dialed Owen's number.

It took him a while to pick up.

"Mr. Malicious, what are you busy with?"

Owen chuckled, "Cecilia, when did I become Mr. Malicious again? I was just getting some shut-eye when your call woke me. It's been days since I've had a good night's sleep, I'm beat." "What's been keeping you so busy that you can't even sleep right?"

Cecilia's voice softened unconsciously.

Lucinda stood up and walked away.

She took a seat across from Darlene.

Upon seeing her approach, Darlene set down the coffee she'd been nursing and gazed at Lucinda with tender eyes.

"Darlene."

"Mhm."

her voice was soft, like a

it was so soothing, it almost lulled

be this

"You're truly beautiful!"

the first days of spring. She was naturally stunning, but in Lucinda's eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Watching her smile, Lucinda was mesmerized, her hands reaching out to gently cup Darlene's face, "Darlene, stop smiling, or I'll fall at your feet and end up

was dead set on playing matchmaker for Darlene and her brother, even if it meant competing for Darlene's affections. "Lucy, you're not half bad

removed

her hand again, caressing it with

and soft hands didn't seem like they belonged to

it that fighters had strong grips and rough, calloused hands, but

amusement, "Lucy, I'd be afraid Mr. Coleman might show up and see you like

he did, I'd keep your hands safe for

Darlene was speechless.

I mean, I wouldn't let Stefan

retracted her hands sheepishly, realizing she'd been a bit

You were staring out the window earlier;

watching people. Sometimes, I like to paint what I see when

from my brother that

painted a girl who helped him out a lot, even though he didn't know what she' looked like. Based on

Darlene, Lucinda praised her brother without embellishing his

was truly outstanding in many

he showed no interest in

hadn't met

as your brother could paint so well. Maybe one day I could learn a thing or two from

course, you can ask Keith about anything. I'll make the

busy, and with him in Skywatch, it's better not to bother him. I paint to pass the time, and Keith's time is as precious as gold. I'd feel terrible for taking even a

I'm just being nosy. A girl who could get such

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