"How about you sit on the swing? I'll stay beside you." Spencer's voice, warm as sunlight, reached her ears."Okay."Before long, crisp and delightful laughter echoed through the yard.Lucille was smiling widely as she gripped the vines of the swing with both hands, swaying slightly back and forth in mid-air, occasionally bursting into joyful laughter.Spencer stood behind her like a guardian angel, his eyes filled with indulgent amusement as he watched her slender and graceful figure. In his deep, dark eyes, there was a profound sense of satisfaction, as if he had everything he could ever want in the world.To him, Lucille was his entire world. When she was happy, he was happy. He would protect her throughout her life and give her all his love."Spencer, could you push a bit higher?" Lucille called out as she swung in the air."Sure," he responded immediately.At that moment, she seemed to have opened her heart and was playing like a child, completely enjoying herself. Lucil
"Scarlett, mind your manners. That's the head of the Layton family's personal vehicle," Peyton Young sternly reprimanded his daughter, Scarlett Young.Scarlett's face stiffened when she heard the title "head of the family". She swallowed nervously and immediately fell silent, her eyes filled with fear.The title "head of the family" evoked various reactions—awe, apprehension, fear, and, for some, even covetousness.Soon after, they saw a woman stepping out of Spencer's car, prompting everyone to show expressions of astonishment.The tall and slender woman was dressed in a brown overcoat that revealed a glimpse of her elegant legs. She also had on a pair of white high heels. As she turned around, people marveled at her exquisite and icy beauty."Mom, w-who is she? How come she's getting out of Spencer's car? I thought the head despises women getting close to him!" Scarlett shakily asked in a dumbfounded and shocked tone.Myra Layton herself was taken aback. "This is my first time
The boss?Lucille's eyes reflected a trace of shock when she keenly caught the key phrase."Mrs. Layton, Mr. Layton is the owner of LY. The clothes here at Layton Manor are all made by LY," Liyana explained.Liyana and the other two women had only recently learned of Lucille's identity. Besides their initial shock, they'd been astounded, but their excellent professionalism had allowed them to quickly process the information. Just like Zaytun Pavilion, the mysterious owner of LY was an enigma.How many secret identities did this man have? Was this high-end clothing brand just another one of his whims?Lucille sat quietly, letting them work on her. She was finally ready, half an hour later.In the downstairs living room, Spencer sat with his legs crossed, his head slightly bowed as he reviewed documents on his phone. Like a king on his throne, he looked dignified and elegant.His three assistants stood as straight as poplar trees behind the couch.The faint sound of high heels
At this moment, the grand hall at Layton Manor was filled with members of the Layton family's branch families.The Layton family's branches were extensive, and those gathered here were the descendants from Spencer's great-grandfather, Ludwig Layton's generation. Ludwig had six wives. James was the only and eldest son born to Ludwig's first wife, making him the rightful heir to the Layton family's estate.James had two children—Eric and Yvonne. However, he'd passed the position of head of the family directly to Spencer, his eldest grandson, skipping over his own son.At that time, Spencer had only been 18 years old. His young age had led to opposition, but Spencer's abilities had quickly silenced any dissent.However, the Layton family was a century-old family with deep and complex internal dynamics. Everyone seemed to be peaceful on the surface, but in reality, they harbored ulterior motives.Someone started to gossip. "I saw Spencer walking in with a beautiful woman at the main
Seth shrugged and said, "I know my place, and I know I should give up on something that doesn't belong to me while I have the chance. Otherwise, whatever headaches come from these problems will be the death of me. I wouldn't want a headache to lead to my premature death."Tucker stiffened. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Seth sounded like he was talking about himself, but he was actually reminding those with ulterior motives not to covet things that weren't meant to be theirs.He was telling them to know their places and understand that they couldn't meddle with certain people and things. Otherwise, they would meet their end without even realizing how it had happened.James took a sip of his drink, looking like whatever was happening had nothing to do with him. Eric and Lila did the same.Suddenly, Seth's eyes lit up. "Spencer, Lucille."Everyone was taken aback. Who was Lucille? Spencer's name was familiar to all, but Lucille…At that moment, they saw Spencer enter th
Spencer didn't bother elaborating after making his announcement. He was only notifying the rest of the Laytons of his marriage. It was none of their business who he married, anyway. He couldn't be bothered to explain anything.Tucker took some time to digest the news. Then, he asked in disbelief, "Spencer, when did you get married?"Bobby chimed in, "Yeah. When did you get married, Spencer? We're your uncles, aren't we? Shouldn't you have told us about something as important as your marriage?"Seth looked at them and smirked. "Why are you guys so anxious? Don't worry, Uncle Bobby. You'll receive an invitation when it's time for the wedding.""How can she address your parents as her own before the wedding ceremony? It's not right!" Bobby protested."We're not in medieval times anymore, Uncle Bobby. Stop being such a stick in the mud," Seth retorted. "Rules and traditions are rigid, but humans are adaptable!"His words made Bobby feel embarrassed, but no one stopped him. Seth would
Lucille's curiosity was piqued. "Your last name is Young?"Scarlett explained, "Yeah. My mother is a Layton."Lucille understood now. She didn't know much about the younger generation of the Layton family and could only remember vaguely. "I'm Lucille Johnson.""Can I call you Lucy, then?" Scarlett was the type to quickly warm up to others.Lucille nodded, not feeling put out by Scarlett's enthusiasm. Scarlett looked naïve, and her gaze was guileless. It looked like Myra had protected and taught her well—she didn't have a scheming bone in her body, which Lucille would've expected from anyone linked to the Layton family.At that moment, a man's frivolous voice rang out. "Hey there, gorgeous. You've got some tricks up your sleeve, don't you? Look at how you've won Spencer's heart."Lucille and Scarlett turned to look at Yves. The former's gaze was cold and aloof, and she looked away after a glance.Yves was upset at being ignored. He wasn't as outstanding or renowned as Spencer, bu
Yves thought Lucille's words meant she'd agreed to his suggestion. His smile grew, and he became bolder. His eyes traced her gorgeous face, his gaze disdainful and salacious."Of course, gorgeous. Just tell me what you want." He grinned, and his gaze turned lecherous.Scarlett couldn't help saying worriedly, "Don't believe him, Lucy."Lucille smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't worry."She turned to Yves, who was now only a few steps away from her. She smiled faintly, mesmerizing him. Something about her charm made men want to drown in her.Then, she said, "We've got a deal, then. There's nothing that I need from you just yet, so how about we make a bet?"In Yves' eyes, she was only an ordinary woman who couldn't do anything to him, so he agreed without hesitation. "Sure. What's the bet?"Lucille was smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Her beauty masked the frostiness in her eyes, so no one noticed."It's simple. As long as you can do this one thing, I'll leave Spenc