Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 62

Lucas was like a statue, his back against the wall and his phone in hand.

“How are you still here?” Larissa asked. She thought that he had left long ago.

Lucas stowed his phone back into his pocket and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I thought that your gown would not be cleaned so easily…” His eyes glanced over to Larissa’s bosom as he spoke, and when he saw the unchanged red stain, his expression shifted.

“I’m familiar with the owner of this villa. I can help you borrow a fresh set of clothes…”

“I appreciate your kind offer, but that won’t be necessary,” Larissa refused him with a smile. “Something came up, and I’ll be leaving now.”

“Huh?” Lucas‘ eyes widened. “Are you leaving on your own? Or leaving with Mr. Rogers?”

When Kevan came in, he was present too. It was difficult to not notice them with such a huge commotion, but considering the crowd that surrounded them earlier, he did not bother to join in.

His purpose in waiting for Larissa was not only to just get her a fresh change of clothes but also to use this as a chance to greet Kevan. But he did not expect Larissa to leave the moment she came out, so he did not even have the chance to do what

he wanted to.

on my

who invited her to this banquet–had vanished long ago. She naturally had no right to ask Kevan to send her back. Besides, from what she had seen, Kevan was likely the star of tonight’s banquet instead of the owner of the villa. If he were to leave in the middle of

won’t come up here. How about I send you to wherever you want to go? Just tell me where. There’s

of Kevan, but the man was always tied up with all those elders. If Larissa could not help him out, it was pointless for him to reach out on his own because he would never be able to get a few

already seen it for herself

to him,

for a

just successfully input her location when Lucas snatched away her phone.

you see the news? There was an incident just two days ago with the e–hailing app! A young woman in her twenties was taken into the mountains by a cab driver and

apps on Larissa’s phone talked about news of the

destination.” Lucas took the lead and walked in front of her. As her phone was still in his hand, Larissa could only hurry after him

paused to ask, “Would you like to inform Mr. Rogers that you’ll be

“Of course.”

people had gotten into small groups to drink and

all.

Mr. Rogers?” Sharon had somehow gotten behind her

chest. But thankfully she