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.

fight. How dare this guy

quite a stir at the restaurant. The waiter rushed

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

though he had heard a joke. He pointed at himself and said, "You were the one who hit

faded as his sentence trailed off. He then

a pushover. His face tightened and he was about

"No! Stop! Stop!"

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

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

first understanding what had happened. It was obvious that he

fearless. He

looked at Lucas provocatively. He had

grabbed the manager by the collar in anger, pulled him upwards, and shouted, "He hit me and

his face trembled fiercely as he

sir. If

with this kind of situation. This was hy

your head in first. Let's 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

thoughts, Lucas slapped the

heard the crisp