Chapter 12

The door to the Ferguson mansion pushed open, and Lucian stepped in with Leon following behind him.

They strolled towards the living room to meet a few unfamiliar faces, which he believed were family members and a middle-aged man with a few gray hairs seated with his hand clutching onto a suitcase.

This man, he knew, must be the lawyer.

Lucian adjusted his pristine white suit and sat down on the one-man sofa.

He looked at Mr. Ferguson, who was staring at him with his pitch-black eyes.

"Where is she?" He asked.

Mr. Ferguson glanced at the stairs and let out a soft breath. "She will be down in a minute." He replied.

As the clock ticked and time flew by, Mr. Ferguson’s face began to darken as he was not sure what was keeping Avelina from coming down.

‘This girl! She won't disgrace me today too, will she?' A grimace became apparent on his face as he thought.

He took deep breaths and moved to order someone to bring her down, but just then, Lucian's nose twitched, and his eyes quickly shi