Nathalie's face paled with anxiety upon hearing this.
Her voice trembled as she hoarsely cried out, "Mom, explain it to Lucas!
Why did you investigate Beauty? Does this have anything to do with me?"
"It has nothing to do with you.
I just wanted to know what kind of person this Beauty is—someone who could steal the man my daughter loves.
That's why I had her looked into.
That's all there is to it.
No ulterior motives.
I hope Mr. Marson won't take it out on my daughter."
Lucas's cold gaze sharpened as he enunciated each word deliberately, "Is that really all?
No ulterior motives?
Then why dig so deep into Beauty's past—her abandonment, her adoption?
Did you really just want to know what kind of girl she is? What does her past have to do with now?"
Of course, Lucas wasn't so easily fooled.
His icy words pierced Nathalie's mother's heart, leaving her face drained of color.
