"Maybe we can give it a try," Kerby said.
Lucy frowned, but the smile on her lips was charming.
"Do you think you can do it?" Lucy asked.
"I don't know, but if Ms. Harmon can't do it, no other woman can."
"When you've thought it through, come and find me." Lucy said, "I'm a little tired tonight."
"Alright."
"Good night."
"Good night."
Lucy returned to her room and casually turned on the light in the room.
At that moment, she had even unbuttoned her trench coat. Under the trench coat was a red high-quality silk camisole dress, which faintly outlined her figure.
In that second, Lucy instantly tensed up.
Just as she was about to throw the trench coat that she had taken off onto the sofa, her hand froze.
It was because she saw the man on her balcony, Kingsley. He stood there, looking at her with hostility.
