After dinner, Samuel drove her to the Marson family villa.
As she thought about the previous incidents, Beauty still felt a faint unease in her heart.
After all, she had no idea whether Lucas would return tonight.
If he happened to see her with Samuel again, there was no telling what harsh words he might throw her way.
"Um, Samuel, you can just drop me off here.
I'll walk the rest of the way," Beauty said, waving at Samuel before quickly turning to leave, eager to avoid any further entanglement.
The moment she stepped into the grand hall, she saw Lucas lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine.
It was as if he had anticipated her arrival—he didn't even glance up before coldly asking, "Where have you been?"
A chill ran down Beauty's spine, but then it struck her—since when did she have to report her every move to him?
She was a free woman now.
A faint smirk tugged at her lips.
"Do I really need to inform Mr. Lucas of my whereabouts?
