The woman retracted her gaze and looked at the disdainful Lucy. She probed, "Miss Lucy, since you hate that woman so much, why don't you just find a way to deal with her? This is Prince Philip's residence. Even if you deal with her, no one will guess that you did it."
Lucy turned to look at her and frowned, as if wondering how feasible this was. But she wasn't stupid. "No. It's not convenient here."
"Then… what if someone helps?"
"Who?" When Lucy asked this, she suddenly thought of Camille. The corners of her lips curled up. "You're right. I'm not the only one who can't stand that woman. Camille must hate her too."
As she spoke, she walked away.
The woman who gave her the idea didn't follow her. She looked in the direction she left and smiled. Then, she walked towards the other side.
