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.

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

stir at the restaurant. The waiter

sarcastically. "You're not welcome here in Zuckerberg. I'm warning you. You'd better leave our women alone, otherwise, you'll

and said, "You were the one who hit me and

faded as his sentence trailed off. He

pushover. His face tightened

"No! Stop! Stop!"

two men apart.

comfort Lucas. "This isn't the place for a fight. You'll

had happened. It was obvious that he was being biased towards him and

fearless. He

placed his hands into his pockets and looked at Lucas provocatively. He

and shouted, "He hit me and you are telling me to leave? Are you

that the layers of flesh on his face

down, sir.

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

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 to

lost in my thoughts, Lucas slapped the

I heard the crisp sound of the slap.