Chapter 93

Bailey stammered, "I…"

Was Lucille really her best friend? She wasn't that thick-skinned.

"By the way, you said… you did it willingly. You must know the guy, right?" Lucille asked. "And didn't you go to some event with your mom last night where she set you up with someone?"

Lucille stared at her in confusion. How had Cynthia's matchmaking attempt led to this?

"I snuck out later and had some drinks at the bar on the first floor of Ivory Hotel," Bailey admitted sheepishly. "And he's someone you know."

"What?" Lucille's eyes widened.

What did she mean by that?

Lucille's mind raced. She didn't know a lot of men, and the ones she did couldn't possibly be in Whiteloop City.

"Who is it?" Lucille narrowed her eyes, pressing for an answer.

In the living room, Spencer was on the couch. He still had an air of authority and elegance. When Lucille walked out, he looked up and immediately noticed the fierce determination in her eyes.

No, it was more than that. It was rage.

"What's going o