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,

that moment, she received

They were from Benjamin.

systems. He's recruited a lot of security guards to guard the inside and outside of the villa." The second message read: "Also, the news that you have accepted this task has spread

finished reading the

it was very likely that Samuel, who was on the same flight

raised an eyebrow and deleted what she

was being made.

wristwatch. It was 7:55 p.m. The flight would take three hours, and it would be around eleven at night when

He hoped that he would get lucky and successfully find Lone Shadow, the top mercenary.

Three hours later...

pressed down on the brim of her hat. In order to distance herself

quickly walked out

people busily making their

someone tap her soldier before she could