My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Freya stood still with an unpleasantly cold face. She looked serious and unrelenting. Showing no signs of respect, she then answered, "No. I'm her senior."

Lucas playfully raised his eyebrow and spread out his hands. "Oh there's no need for you to be like that."

"Technically speaking, I am Arianna's aunt. Didn't anyone teach you how to speak to your elders?"

"Oh, yeah?" Lucas wasn't backing down either. Instead, he took another step forward. He suddenly became flirty. "How about we find some time alone and work on that together?" "What do you think you are doing?!"

Before she could reply, someone suddenly rushed over and pushed Lucas away.

Unable to avoid that person in time, Lucas swerved his body and bumped into the table next to him. The table and chairs crashed together, creating a lot of noise in the restaurant. Luckily his men caught him in time and brought him back up on his feet.

I had broken out into a cold sweat and noticed the man who was being encircled by the other men.

It was Cyril Zimmer.

His outfit, however, looked very odd. He was in a white suit, had a red bow tie on his collar, pink lips and white teeth. He looked like he had make-up on. He looked like he had walked straight out of a fairytale story.

He also had a boutonniere pinned onto his chest.

What the... Was he getting married?

"Sh*t, where did you come from you b*stard? How dare you touch me?" Lucas was so angry that his chest was heaving dramatically and his dark eyes were wide open.

standing next to him were itching to start a fight. How dare this guy talk to their boss with that tone? They were ready to break all of his

quite a stir at the restaurant. The

dressed, he was behaving arrogantly and spoke sarcastically. "You're not welcome here in Zuckerberg. I'm warning you. You'd better leave

heard a joke. He pointed at himself and said, "You were the one who hit me and yet you're telling me to back off? Hahaha,

off. He then swung

wasn't a pushover. His face tightened and

"No! Stop! Stop!"

with the manager and pulled the two men apart. They came just in time to prevent a

best to comfort Lucas. "This isn't

happened. It was obvious

felt fearless. He

his clothes down calmly. He placed his hands into his pockets and looked at

anger, pulled him upwards, and shouted, "He hit me and you are telling me

that the layers of flesh on his face trembled fiercely as he

calm down, sir.

the police!" This wasn't the manager's first time dealing with this kind of situation. This was hy he sounded

could hear each other's breathing. The manager dared not open his eyes. Maybe it was because I've been spending too much

my thoughts, Lucas slapped the manager

the