AND YOU ARE?

"I'm sure he will love it so much! Or won't you, dog?" He smiles disparagingly.

For several minutes, Brooks doesn't say anything in response to Lucien's sarcastic question and mockery. He suddenly goes completely silent and for a second blanks out as he feels anxiety crawling up his skin.

As he raises his head to gaze at Lucien, his heart unexpectedly skips a beat.

He doesn't know why he is feeling this way and why that just happened, but he feels he can try to tell.

When a bet is placed, the losing party is always tense and anxious. But Lucien before him is so relaxed. He doesn't understand how he can be.

He had expected him to be begging him to call off the bet by now and admit that the voice was indeed cloned, but instead, he is smiling brightly with his hands in his pockets.

Only those who are certain of their victory can be that arrogant. But can the pauper truly know Mr. Ethan?

"Nah, of course not," he quickly shakes his head. Even thinking about it is absurd.

Lucien is a lowly