"Aren't you afraid that I'll turn against you and have the security guards throw you out?" Lucas Scott's threatening voice slowly sounded from behind.
Evelyn Sherman paused, but the smile on her face remained brilliant.
"You won't do that. The guests here have a noble status. If I'm forcibly dragged away by security and accidentally shout something inappropriate, it would also reflect poorly on Mr. Scott, since you're the one who brought me in. Don't you agree?"
"..." For the first time in years, Lucas Scott found himself threatened and forced to back down.
He squinted his eyes, reflecting a dangerous glint.
Then again, he resumed his calm demeanor.
With thin lips slightly open, "Fine, as you wish, but don't regret it later."
"..."
Evelyn Sherman tensed up, puzzled by his cryptic words.
But when she thought about how this was a public place, and if she went to see Lucas's friends, some unpleasant rumors would surely spread.
She couldn't be linked to Lucas in any way.
