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.

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

a stir at the restaurant. The waiter rushed to

Zuckerberg. I'm warning you. You'd better leave

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

off.

tightened and he was about to

"No! Stop! Stop!"

the two men apart. They came just in time to prevent

"This isn't the place for a fight. You'll have to take

first understanding what had happened. It was obvious that he

felt fearless. He shook

guard's and patted his clothes down calmly. He placed his hands into his pockets and looked at Lucas provocatively. He had a look that seemed to say, "What can you even do

grabbed the manager by the collar in anger, pulled him upwards, and shouted, "He hit me and you are telling me to leave? Are you kidding

on his face trembled

down, sir. If you

the police!" This wasn't the manager's first time dealing with this

see you call the police then!" Lucas' face was very close to the manager's. They could hear each other's breathing. The manager dared not open his eyes. Maybe it was because I've been spending too much time with the kids. Because this entire scene was supposed

was lost in my thoughts, Lucas slapped

the crisp sound of