All eyes were fixed on Lucas Walker as they anxiously awaited the wrath of their Count.
Just then, a soft laugh sounded abruptly from the terrace, and to everyone's surprise, it was Lucas Walker who made it.
However, nobody relaxed at the sound.
The legs of the two assistants had gone soft with fear, the bodyguards couldn't dare look at Lucas Walker, their heads lowered, and the Butler lifted his right hand nervously, dabbing at the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
Who had ever heard him laugh when insulted, in all their years of service to him?
It was abnormal.
It was terrifying.
...
Not to mention others, even the Butler was somewhat concerned, breaking into a cold sweat for Ivana Bennett.
Ivana was done for, done for!
This was the shared thought of everyone present.
The only person who remained calm on the terrace was Ivana.
She reached out her left hand, speared an egg from the dish, then lazily dipped it in sauce and tossed it in her mouth.
