By the time Audrey reached Yigol Foster, he and Lucas had already gone far away fighting each other, sparring further and further until they were battling it out at sea, unable to resolve their differences.
Seventeen stared dumbfounded at the brawling pair and said, "Where's the samba?" Then, turning to Clive, she added, "Clive, that's really low of you, that's your uncle. You'd even sell out your uncle."
Clive just smiled faintly and said, "I'm just being fair."
Audrey, curious about why Yigol Foster and Lucas were fighting, asked, "Why are they fighting? Forsythia, go and persuade them to stop."
"This is a duel among men; it cannot be interrupted," Forsythia said.
"But why is Lucas dressed so strangely? Forsythia, you wear the same thing when you run on the treadmill, right?"
Forsythia's eyebrows twitched; she didn't know how to answer. Would she have to say that's the fashion trend this year?!
