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.

paying attention to a pest like

her seat, her eyes closed

that moment, she received

They were from Benjamin.

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

Lucille finished reading the messages, she replied: "Got

who was on the same flight

raised an eyebrow and

in-flight announcement was being made. Only then did Samuel, who was sitting next to her,

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

hoped that he would

Three hours later...

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

out of the

was full of people busily making their way in and

someone tap her soldier before