My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

As Her Disciple

Lucille silently pulled her hat down and closed the divider between the two seats

The first-class cabin was spacious and it was totally private With that divider, neither of them could see each other.

Samuel, who was sitting next to her, was still on the phone. He coazed Zoey gently and patiently "Yes, Zoey. I know you've been wronged. When I come hack from Tamont City, I'll find a way to help you fad the real Bambo and let her take you in as her disciple Dorit worry. Lucille will never be able to catch up with you!"

Zoey said something that caused Samuel to chuckle. In my heart, you're the nicest girl ever. Compared with you, Lucille's a total embarrassment!"

Lucille, who had been called an embarrassment, was speechless,

What was wrong with them? Why were they insulting her for no reason?

The corner of her mouth twitched. She had a cheeky urge to remove the divider so that b*stard Samuel could see that the person he was insulting was right in front of him. She wondered how funny his reaction would be.

Of course, it was just a thought.

She didn't even want to spare him a glance.

point of paying

leaned back in her seat, her

that moment, she

They were from Benjamin.

the inside and outside of the villa." The

reading the messages, she replied:

likely that Samuel, who was on the same flight as her to Tamont City,

raised an eyebrow and deleted

plane was about to take off. An in-flight announcement was being made. Only then

p.m. The flight would take

and looked around. He couldn't help but sigh to himself. He hoped that he would get lucky and

Three hours later...

her hat. In order to distance

out of the jet

of people busily making their way in and

reached the exit when she felt someone tap her soldier before she could even make a call