Lucas remained as aloof as ever, placing his hand on the table before taking another bite of his steamed bun.
His voice was low and indifferent.
"This matter doesn't concern you.
Leave it to the company's PR team.
Now you understand why I didn't want you lingering there.
If someone with ill intentions exploits this, you might not even have a place left in Marson Corporation."
Beauty's mood plummeted to rock bottom.
She had only gone to the party as a friend, deliberately keeping her makeup minimal and dressing casually, planning to grab a bite with Dyson before slipping away when the time was right.
Who would've thought someone would snap photos of her?
The whole thing was infuriating.
After breakfast, Lucas drove off, leaving the villa.
Beauty sat on the sofa, stewing in frustration until she decided to chat with a friend.
