Lucy was stunned for a moment, but quickly lowered her eyes with composure and said, “Then I won’t disturb you.” She nodded and was about to leave. “Wait, let’s have a meal together before you go. I’ll introduce you to these young masters here; they’ve been eager to meet you for quite a while.” Emily held her back and said as they walked out. “You really don’t need to be so formal. I’m a few years older than you. Since you don’t have family, just think of me as your sister.” Emily brought her to the living room. At this moment, the living room was unusually quiet. Even Christopher closed the cards in his hand and glanced casually at the newcomer. She was dressed in a white shirt and gray trousers, looking neat and spirited but overly plain. However, her features were striking. Those big eyes, even when looking down, had a captivating charm that caught one’s attention at a glance. “Mr. Dale.” “Mm.” She stood in the living room and greeted politely. Christopher cooperated, crossing his long legs leisurely, but his expression was far from pleasant. “Didn’t you all want to meet her? Now that you have, why are you all silent?” Christopher’s deep voice suddenly addressed the people around him. However, a faint and delicate fragrance wafted by, causing an image to flash through his mind—of last night, when the young lady was beneath him. No, her flustered look was more like that of an innocent girl unacquainted with the world. “Hi, little beauty, I’m Owen Cecil.” “Hi, Mr. Cecil.” she nodded. She actually knew them all, though not closely. They had met a few times at dinners. Owen, Allen, Grady and Patrick were all second-generation heirs of wealthy families in Tampines. And now they all held important positions in their family businesses. Yes, they had grown up with Christopher and were as close as real brothers. “Oh, aren’t you all going to let Lucy sit down first before chatting?” Emily said again, her tone still soft and gentle. But the moment her words were out, everyone indeed made space for her to sit. “Thank you, but I actually have other plans, so I won’t disturb you all. Goodbye.” Lucy made an excuse to decline. “Are you really not staying? I was hoping you could help me cook. You know, pregnant women tend to dislike the smell of oil and smoke.” Emily said, fixing her gaze intently on her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to cook. I wish you a Happy Birthday. I won’t intrude further.” She did her best to appear natural. “Well, then I won’t force you to stay.” Emily finally let her go. Lucy turned to leave, but suddenly, a voice came from behind. “Stop.” The cold and stern voice forced her to halt. Emily and her friends all looked toward him. In that moment, for reasons she couldn’t explain, Emily felt a twinge of nervousness. Christopher’s dark gaze shot toward her. “Be at the office before 8:00 am tomorrow.” “Understood.” Lucy immediately lowered her head and agreed, ready to leave but still holding back. She turned to look at him and softly asked, “Mr. Dale, may I leave now?” Christopher’s gaze was exceptionally sharp, as if it were a knife aimed directly at her throat. She stood there awkwardly and nervously, her hands twisting into knots. “Go ahead.” He finally relented. Lucy quickly turned and walked out. Back on her side, she closed the door and leaned heavily against it. She could hear her heart pounding wildly, feeling humiliated. It turned out that he was just toying with her in front of his friends. She had always thought he had been polite to her. A phone call came in, and she numbly took her phone out of her pocket. “Hello, Nick.” “Where are you? Let me pick you up and take you out to relax.” “Royal Garden.” “Royal Garden? What a coincidence, I’m there too.” After Lucy went downstairs, she saw a Porsche parked there and immediately walked over. Once she got in the car, Nick immediately handed her a mask and sunglasses before driving out of Royal Garden. They went to a quiet cafe by the sea. Because the place wasn’t large and usually not many people came, they found a secluded spot to sit. Nick, looking a bit frustrated, muttered, “We’ve been followed.”