Lucille casually picked up her cup of cappuccino and took a sip out of it. She looked relaxed and content, giving the impression that she was there to enjoy the coffee. Taylor looked down at his side of the table, which was as empty as a blank paper, and remarked, "That's your courtesy of asking someone out, huh, Ms. Johnson?" Lucille glanced at Taylor through the rim of the cup. She put down the cup and slowly replied, "Excuse me, little Taylor? How audacious can you be to think I'll treat someone who is always trying to get rid of my husband to a cup of coffee?"Oh, little Taylor, have you heard of the idiom 'aphids eat grass, rust eats iron, and hypocrisy eats soul'?" Lucille continued, "It's okay if you haven't. You can look it up on the Internet when you get home." Lucille made it clear to Taylor that she didn't need to put on a mask of hypocrisy to talk to him, nor did she want to pander or flatter. She wanted an open and honest discussion. Taylor was at a loss for w
At Johnson Group, the secretary received a call from the front desk and immediately reported to William without delay. "Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Layton is here." It was mainly because Lucille's status was no longer what it used to be. She was now the wife of the business tycoon Spencer and the esteemed matriarch of the Layton family, known for its century-long heritage. "Who?" William thought he had misheard the secretary. Three minutes later, Lucille was escorted up with utmost respect. This wasn't the first time the people at Johnson Group saw Lucille, but they were always stunned when they saw her in person. As Lucille entered the office, she saw William sitting behind his desk and greeted him casually, "It's been a while, Mr. Johnson. How have you been?" Without waiting for William to reply, Lucille walked toward the couch and sat down without any restraint as if it was her own office. William couldn't stand her defiant arrogance, but he couldn't show it then. If it were b
"What do you mean?" William decided to play dumb until the very end. "I meant what I said," Lucille replied. "Considering your current status, you should get what I meant, Mr. Johnson. Didn't you already get it a moment ago?" Lucille gave a devilish, mischievous smile. "You better watch your mouth, Lucille!" William said. His expression was stern. Lucille brushed it off and said casually, "Oh, don't you worry about that, Mr. Johnson. This trouble wasn't of my own doing." She paused before continuing with a slowed pace of speech, "But it's yours, Mr. Johnson. Perhaps you've forgotten it because you're a busy man?" William grasped Lucille's words only in part, though he had a vague sense of the answer. But there was no way she would know about that. When he showed no intention to speak, she continued, "Mr. Johnson, I have the evidence with me today." William remained silent. Lucille took out a document folder and threw it on the table. She slightly tilted her head and ges
William said, "What are you talking about? The one that was cremated was your m—" "You'd better think about what you say carefully!" Lucille's cold voice interrupted, her gaze cold. Immediately, William felt frost blowing upon his face, leaving him frozen in place. Ever since Lucille had a fallout with the Johnson family, her intimidating pressure grew even stronger, to the point that even Horace feared it. Lucille gave a sudden smirk, carrying a hint of mischief. "Oh, by the way," Lucille slowly said. "I forgot to tell you that I had someone write me a program. At 5:00 pm…" Lucille gestured with her chin at the document on William's hand. "If I don't get the answer I want, everything in that document, along with any other compelling evidence, will be released on the Internet." "You bastard! How dare you threaten me? Did you forget that I'm your dad?" William had no idea how shameless he was for having the audacity to call himself Lucille's father. Nevertheless, she compl
This was the first time Spencer felt hesitant. Hesitation in negotiation was his greatest taboo, which was why he was always decisive. Whatever question came his way, he would always provide a pragmatic and factual answer. There was no such word as "hesitant" in his dictionary. But this time, he had met his match. Seeing Spencer not reply after a moment, Lucille asked, "Is that a hard question to answer?" Spencer went silent. He raised a brow before asking, "Do you want the truth or the lie?" Lucille was at a loss for words. Somehow, his question seemed to answer her question. Her heart sank a little. This was the first time Spencer had shown disdain for her. However, it wasn't entirely his fault. Even Lucille herself found her oily hair unbearable, let alone a germaphobe like Spencer. It was courageous of him to kiss her head without any hesitation. The sorrow in Lucille's eyes didn't escape Spencer, even when she had her head down. He suppressed his laughter as he looked
Spencer used to hate having his photos posted on the Internet, not even a side profile or a view from the back. But now, he wished someone could post photos of him with Lucille so that the media could share their loving moments. Mack and Kent found the sudden change in Spencer unbelievable. They thought that it was true that perspectives changed depending on someone's circumstance.At night, Lucille told Spencer about what happened earlier in the day with Taylor and William. Spencer quickly got what she was trying to say. "So you think Jane is still alive?" Lucille lay on the couch with her head on Spencer's lap. She looked up at him and nodded. She strongly believed in her assumption since this wasn't the first time she had the exact doubt. William's remarks opened Lucille's eyes, especially since the video showed someone everyone had overlooked. "If that's the case, what will you do?" Spencer looked down at Lucille, one hand resting on the armrest while the other caressed he
Spencer grabbed his phone and opened the text message. It was from the only pinned contact in his phone—his honey Lucille. "Honey, can I not be the lady of the Layton family?" There was also a crying emoji at the end. Spencer smiled helplessly before making a video call to Lucille. But she didn't answer it. Instead, she voice called him.Lucille said, "Honey, I can't take a video call now. I'm outside with Mom." "It's okay," Spencer replied. "Are you tired?" "Not just tired. I'm exhausted!" Lucille said without hesitation. She was speaking the truth. "Both physically and mentally." Hearing Lucille whine, Spencer chuckled. "Well, it's my fault you're physically exhausted. I should've held back a little last night. I'll make it up for you tonight." Lucille was speechless. "That's not what I meant. I'm exhausted because we've been out shopping for too long, and my legs are sore." Spencer rebutted, "But you're never exhausted when you're out shopping with your friends. Ult
"Are you trying to trick me, you sly vixen?" Spencer asked sternly."In any case, don't you regret it," Lucille replied. "If you do, you better find yourself another Mrs. Layton." Spencer furrowed his brows and asked coldly, "What did you say?" Meanwhile, Lila had just finished her discussion and called for Lucille. Lucille quickly replied, "Mom's calling me. I'll talk to you later." Spencer looked at his phone in resignation and a trace of affection for his wife when he got hung up on.Spencer had asked Lila to take Lucille shopping. He didn't want Lucille to be alone in thought in the house, so he thought having some work could shift her attention away. But he had no idea about Lucille's plan for the day. And so… Lucille and Lila were still in the shopping mall. They were in a jewelry shop, where Lila was in a discussion with the staff. Lucille didn't want to be involved, so she waited in the lounge area instead. "Hey, Mom," Lucille greeted as she approached Lila. "