Seth Sinclair knew she liked Ethan Sinclair. Seeing her sitting all alone on the street late at night with her suitcase, it was obvious what had happened.
Lianne didn't want to deal with Seth Sinclair. He was so sharp-tongued, he would surely seize the opportunity to mock her, to kick her while she was down.
Lianne averted her gaze, clutched her phone as she stood up, and began walking east with her suitcase, pretending she hadn't heard a thing.
Seeing this, God of Fortune scrambled over on his four nimble legs and blocked her path.
If Lianne moved left, so did he. If Lianne moved right, he moved right too.
Resigned, Lianne reached out to stroke his fluffy head, glaring at him with a warning in her eyes. "Move. You're not allowed to block my way!"
God of Fortune's two eyes, like black gems, stared at her unblinkingly. He even seemed to want to grab the hem of her dress and drag her toward his master.
