In front of the private room, Lucas Scott saw Evelyn Sherman suddenly appear before him, clearly looking unwell. He was preparing to marvel at the rewards of this trip when he heard a low, angry roar.
The Evelyn Sherman who was about to pounce into his arms paused abruptly.
The next second, just as Lucas Scott was about to look up, a fierce fist attacked his face.
The thunderous force, as if intending to take his life!
"Bang--"
In a flash, Lucas Scott barely evaded the blow. Chester Yale's fist grazed past his eyes and slammed into the door frame, shaking the door.
Immediately after, the previously unsteady Evelyn Sherman was pulled into his arms.
Chester Yale was no fool. One second he was angry that Evelyn Sherman didn't listen to his warnings and secretly met with Lucas Scott, even pulling and tugging at each other.
The next second, catching a glimpse of the unusual red flush on her face, it struck him at once.
His sharp gaze, like a blade of ice, shot at Lucas Scott.
