Just as she was about to swallow, she heard Lucas Scott's menacing voice, "Are you not afraid I've poisoned your water cup?"
"Pff—" Evelyn Sherman, unable to swallow the mouthful of water, sprayed it all out.
And, unluckily, it all sprayed onto Lucas Scott, who was standing right in front of her.
"Cough cough... It's not my fault. Who asked you to threaten me just now." Evelyn Sherman looked at Lucas Scott, who she had sprayed on, and couldn't help but gulp.
Watching the water stains on his face, following the perfect outline of his features, slipping down to his chin, and finally dropping to the floor.
"Evelyn Sherman—" Lucas Scott gritted his teeth, eyeing the woman who was still standing in place, not even thinking of offering him a tissue.
"You're just unlucky, and it really has nothing to do with me, but you might want to go to the restroom and clean up. Your face is covered in my saliva..."
Lucas Scott: "..."!!!
