Chapter 288
After freshening up, Aveline came out and saw Lucas sitting on the sofa, with Desmond reporting something to him, During their conversation, Lucas would occasionally cough.
Aveline quietly ate her breakfast and, after finishing, said, “I want to leave Arthur Town.”
Lucas immediately looked up at her. After everying that’s happened, you still want to leave?”
Aveline replied, “Staying here is the most dangerous option. Leaving. would be safer.”
Lucas stared at her intensely. “What if I don’t allow you to go?”
Aveline shrugged. “Then I won’t go.”
Lucas was taken aback by her obedience.
Aveline, sitting diagonally across from him, said, “But why keep me here? I don’t want to be held responsible for upsetting you further.”
Lucas glared at her coldly, suddenly coughing violently. The pale hue of his face was tinged with red, adding an almost otherworldly charm to his appearance.
Desmond said, “Mr. Tudor, please don’t get upset.”
He then turned to Aveline. “Miss Young, Mr. Tudor is concerned about your safety. The situation here will be resolved soon. If you want to Jeave, perhaps you could go with Mr.Tudor.”
“Desmond,” Lucas interrupted, causing Desmond to lower his head in silence.
Desmond wanted to ask Lucas why wouldn’t he just be honest with Aveline. How could she understand if he kept her in the dark? As his assistant, Desmond truly had his hands full!
Aveline blinked and said, “So you’re saying that if I go with you, I’l safe?”
Lucas replied coolly, “You’ll definitely not die.”
Both Aveline and Desmond were speechless.
They thought he might as well stay mute.
Aveline stood up. “I’ll think about it. “Bang!”
Lucas suddenly slammed the files in his hand onto the coffee table, 1 handsome face looking frighteningly cold.
“You always need to consider everything. Do you also think twice. before eating or using the bathroom?” Lucas retorted sharply.
Aveline’s expression grew colder. “So what? Do you expect me to be puppet, doing whatever you say? Lucas, what do you take me for?” The tension in the air thickened.
Desmond stood by, increasingly anxious.
How had such a trivial matter escalated to this point? It seemed like they were on the verge of a major argument. He hesitated, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation.
Lucas‘ gaze was icy as he looked at Aveline. “You don’t have the right to refuse me.”
Desmond fell silent and thought he shouldn’t interfere.
Aveline let out a sarcastic laugh and turned to leave.
Moments later, she returned with her suitcase.
Desmond’s eyes widened, and he hurried forward. “Miss Young, please don’t act impulsively. Calm down. Mr. Tudor didn’t imply anything else; he’s just concerned about your safety. This is a remote area. If
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something were to happen…”
“That’s none of his business!” Aveline snapped, pushing Desmond aside as she headed for the door.
Lucas‘ cold voice echoed behind her. Notify the manager to shut down the club. Not even a fly gets out.”
Desmond was speechless, thinking Lucas had employed such a simple and brutal approach.
Aveline turned back, her eyes flashing with anger. “Lucas, are you crazy? I’m leaving. What right do you have to stop me?”
Lucas sat back on the sofa, exuding arrogance. “I told you, without my permission, you can’t leave.”
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