Chapter 4

What urgent matter!

He's probably going to pick up his true love!

Looking at the thoughts racing through my head, I grew increasingly frustrated.

All this [The female lead is back, the sweet and gentle female lead baby is finally back.]

And [This woman shouldn't take away any more of the female lead's affection, the female lead has suffered enough, other women should stay away!]

And [The male lead can only belong to the female lead.]

Who said I wanted to stay anyway!

I was just about to stand up from the bathtub when my legs gave out, and I fell to my knees with a splash.

Escape plan, to be continued tomorrow.

The next day, Lucas was indeed not at home.

I was preparing to quickly pack my things and run away with the money when I ran into Lucas, who had just returned.

I looked at Lucas, then at my suitcase, and smiled awkwardly.

"Are you... going out?" Lucas asked with a hint of a smile.

I chuckled nervously.

"What a coincidence, right?"

Lucas walked past me and sat on the sofa.

His voice was neither cold nor warm as he spoke.

"I heard from my assistant that someone booked a flight to Germany at 8 PM tonight. I came back to see if this little money-grubber had emptied my house."

I dragged my suitcase over to Lucas and stood in front of him.

"Lucas Gray, you're spying on me!"

Lucas looked up at me and smiled.

"Spying?" He suddenly stood up and came closer, the tip of his shoe grazing the zipper of my suitcase by my feet. "Little deaf girl, you've been by my side for two years and know the location of every camera in the garage like the back of your hand. Now you're talking about spying?"

I stubbornly backed away, my lower back hitting the carved screen in the entryway. Lucas's fingers traced my burning earlobe, suddenly pulling out the check I had hidden in my sleeve—he had swiped it without me noticing!

"Thinking of running away with fifty million?" He waved the check, making a rustling sound. "Olivia, have you forgotten? The confidentiality agreement you signed states that if you leave without permission..."

My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, I noticed a blue ribbon peeking out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket. It was a little trinket I had stuffed into his pocket last week when we were picking out ties—he had called it "childish" but hadn't thrown it away.

"Stop!" I suddenly made a time-out gesture with my hands, raising my voice and signing, "I-I just remembered, I left some soup simmering in the kitchen!"

Lucas raised an eyebrow as he watched me scramble towards the kitchen, my suitcase still tilted in the entryway. Just as I grabbed the microwave door handle, I heard a suppressed chuckle from behind.

I turned to see him shaking his head at my suitcase. A half-capped lipstick had fallen out, drawing a crooked red line on the beige carpet.

"The soup is on the third shelf of the fridge," he suddenly said. "Also—" He pulled out a gold-embossed invitation from his inner suit pocket, "Tonight at 7 PM, charity gala at the Gray Trade Center. Chloe specifically asked to meet you."

Chloe! What! His true love wants to meet me!

Wait, bro! You're taking me, the substitute, to meet the real deal!

Is this right? Is this okay?!

Has the plot advanced already? Am I still destined to face retribution?