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
Lucille glanced at Yves and said coolly, "You don't know how anything will turn out if you don't try it, right? Or are you afraid to take me up on this bet?"Yves couldn't stand being challenged, especially by women who'd caught his eye. "Fine, then. I'll play along with you."His words and actions made it clear he didn't think Lucille stood a chance against him, and it was as if he already thought of her as his. His gaze grew even more lecherous.Kent's heart sank when he heard that Lucille and Yves were going to spar. He wondered whether it'd be better for him to call an ambulance for Yves beforehand.Lucille wore an evening gown, which made it hard for her to move around. Despite that, she'd still made such a ridiculous bet with Yves. Scarlett approached her and said, "You're wearing an evening gown, Lucy. It's not convenient for you to move. How about we just forget about this?"This was her third time expressing her concern for Lucille, and the latter couldn't help finding he
The spectators had only seen Lucille wave a hand before Yves had fallen into the pond. It was terrifying—all she'd done was stand there and move a hand, yet it had been enough to make Yves fall. Everyone suddenly felt like they were the ones who'd grossly underestimated her.Kent was taken aback by how things had played out. He hadn't known that Lucille was capable of something like this, and his admiration for her grew.Lucille had never intended to draw blood during this "fight", so she'd taken the easy way out by throwing Yves into the pond. It was enough to teach him a lesson.After all, they were at Layton Manor, and she didn't need to take things too far. The bet had just been an excuse.Scarlett, who was closest to Lucille, was dumbfounded. What had just happened? How had Yves ended up in the pond?Everyone else was also stunned. It was pathetic for someone who was supposed to be as strong as a pro wrestler to end up being thrown into a pond in less than a minute. Yves ha