"Lucas, I hope you can comply with Grandpa's wishes."
"He's old and not in good health now. This banquet is not just my idea, but also his. We've been preparing for more than half a month; I hope you can come soon and live up to our expectations."
Isabel pleaded earnestly.
After all, it was true. She used to have a great impression of Eva's mom, but then so many things happened, gradually changing Isabel's view of Eva Nightingale.
"Got it, I'll be there soon." After saying this, Lucas Knight hung up the phone.
"Beep...beep...beep—"
The busy tone made Isabel furrow her brows. This child really is... It clearly was for his own good, but he seemed so unwilling. Truly too willful!!
"Madam, the President will come back." The maid beside her patiently comforted, "He has always been very filial, he's still very good to you. He will surely understand your concern."
"Hmm." Isabel could only put down the phone and then went to the banquet hall.
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