Clarence Simons stopped, studying the expression on her face, seeing no laughter or anger, just a furrowed brow.
He knew he was being somewhat rash, but since he was face-to-face with her, why not give it a try?
Lucy showed no particular expression because she had seen too many scenes like this; many people she knew had asked for favors just like this.
This is why she acted with such reserve, the fewer people who knew her true identity, the better, it would reduce needless troubles.
"Miss Lucy?" He asked, increasing his volume when she remained silent, "I hope you can grant the wish of a mother."
Lucy looked up, a wry smile finally appeared on her face, showing some emotions, "You are very filial, but if I agree to everyone who asked something of me, then all of next year's fashion slots would be booked. So, I'm sorry."
Clarence Simons furrowed his brows, but said nothing more. He closed the car door for her and stepped back.
