"She's my wife, Lucy Walker," he told the couple opposite him.
Davis's eyes lingered and tried to catch any shift in the facial expressions of the lady in the mark.
Unfortunately, either she has covered them too well for him to notice or she failed to uncover the situation.
However, he bet it wasn't the latter.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Walker. It's good to have you here for the very first time." The old man spoke with his hard hammering tone, yet the authenticity couldn't be denied.
Lucy nodded her head and flashed a smile. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Vincent."
"I hope you are having a good time here." saying this, Vincent looked at his wife and smiled at her, "She wasn't very good when we came here for the first time in our era."
Hering this, Lucy's eyes moved to look at the lady in the red gown. She was wearing a fire sign mask, covering her nose and eyes.
But amidst it, Lucy's gaze fell upon the eyes.
