"Okay, see you in Bitterford."
"Bye, Dad!"
After hanging up the phone, Ivana Bennett leaned lifelessly against the back of her seat.
Lucas Walker, you're in for it!
...
...
When Lucas Walker returned to the Duke Residence that day, it was already nearing dusk.
"Miss is in the restaurant."
The servant took his coat and voluntarily delivered the news about Ivana.
Lucas Walker walked into the restaurant and saw Ivana resting her cheek on one hand and rotating a dining knife in the other hand, meditating with a frown on her brow.
"What's wrong?"
He came over, took the knife from her hand, put it aside and asked in concern.
Ivana, her face full of worry, said, "We are in deep trouble."
"What do you mean?"
Ivana held her cheeks with both hands, wrinkling her whole face into a ball.
"My mom is going to strangle me, my dad is going to torture you. Isn't that a major disaster?"
