Chapter 146

At the corner booth of a cafe, Lucille crossed her arms, sitting in front of Harold. Her expression was calm as she glanced at him. "Tell me. What did you want to know? Or are you here to defend your fiancée?"

Harold looked at her exquisite face, which was cold and prideful as always. "How have you been?"

She raised her brow suspiciously, as if she were looking at a monster. Her tone was both indifference and sarcasm. "That's a very unusual question coming from you, Mr. Quall."

Her apathy made him uneasy. As for the reason why he felt that way, he had no idea.

Seeing that Harold hadn't stated his purpose, Lucille remarked, "If you can just ask what you want, Mr. Quall, that'd be great. I have better things to do than sit here with you."

Her furrowed brows were enough to let him know she was annoyed.

"Who's the guy who was with you?" He examined her face, hoping to catch a glimpse of her shifting expression, but the composed Lucille remained unreadable.

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