As Yigol Foster started to tear off his tie, Lucas stared with a pair of frightened eyes…
What a stroke of fate.
In this period of time, he had intentionally and unintentionally been getting close to her, and it had indeed confirmed that he didn't find her repulsive.
However, this woman possessed none of the soft beauty, decorum, and elegance that women should have; she was more like a tornado, violent, rampant, and untamed, carrying with her the force of total destruction.
But, he was bewitched by her.
Seeing her frightened eyes, he suddenly found it somewhat hard to bear. Still, it was necessary to scare her a bit. He walked step by step to the bedside, looking down at her from his height, "From now on, in my presence, do not tell a single lie, or else... you know my methods." As he said this, he also swung his tie as if it were a belt.