"P… Pamela?!" When Florence saw Pamela, her expression changed drastically in shock.
Lucas turned his head to look at the young woman who suddenly entered. She was wearing a cream-colored trench coat, with her waist-length hair draped behind her, exuding a unique feminine charm. Her facial features were so exquisite that they seemed hard carved. She had defined brows, a perky nose, sweet cherry lips, and porcelain skin. She was a ravishing beauty.
A trace of surprise appeared in Lucas's eyes. The young beauty in front of him was on par with Cheyenne in terms of features and figure. She even seemed to exude a dazzling noble temperament and aura.
For some reason, Lucas felt that he had met her somewhere before.
"Pamela, what nonsense are you babbling here? I have important things to talk about with the two guests here. You should leave!" Florence snapped with displeasure, her face sullen after hearing what Pamela said.
