Only Lucien and the sleeping Brianna were left in the very spacious guest room when the nanny went to do as her boss had asked her to. Lucien walked over to the bed. He cannot take his eyes off the serene and peaceful beauty with her long, curly raven-black hair, which was in a bun earlier this morning, now freely spread all over the white covered pillow she was lying into. She has milky white skin from her face down to her neck, and as his eyes traced down her exposed skin, he noticed a line of a scar under the end of the shirt's left sleeve. Not really sure how long it was, but he can tell it wasn't where it ends. And with the thick scar it appeared to be, he can also tell it was from a serious wound. "Could she have had an accident while racing?" He thought as he remembered she said she was a racer by heart. And then, he realized something. "I need to know more about her," he was thinking about calling his secretary Vic
Along the way to Michaelson's mansions, Lucien received the email from his secretary, Vicky Reed. He found out she was already an orphan. She lives alone and has no one to inform of her situation. He took it as he is responsible for being her guardian for the moment as the medical procedures might require one. He tried to check keenly if any medical records could inform him of her allergies if she has any. He has to be her spokesperson while she cannot speak for herself, so he must be very thorough. He finished reading even before they arrived at their destination because nothing much that her impressive credentials were in her files of information. He called his dad. And as if his old man was waiting and expecting his call, the phone was answered right after the first ring. "My son finally missed me?" asked Levi, who was now having a coffee. His voice was calm as always. He must not have known about what happened to Lucie
"Are you alone?" the mom asked his son with obvious expectations. "I don't remember saying I am coming with someone," Lucien eyed his dad. He just said maybe not for long when he was asked if he was coming alone again. He did not say he was coming with someone right away. His dad, Levi Michaelson, bulged his eyes in denial as he shook his hands, saying he didn't say anything. But Lucien knew his mom would only have the idea coming from his gossiping dad. "Alright, alright, we can wait until you bring her along," Sandra excitedly held her son towards their table on the balcony. Lucien lets his mom do as she wishes. "Have you had your breakfast?" Asked the mother to her son. The husband felt totally ignored. But he is used to such scenarios. He is always second to his son when they are both around, which happens too rarely nowadays, and so he lets his wife be. "Mom, I am here for your profession
"Luci, honey, we can only tell that after a set of thorough medical tests," Sandra explained apologetically. "The results will be the reference of what we can tell you professionally." Lucien helplessly nodded again. His mom and his friend Clark Jacobs had the same answer to his question. He smiled awkwardly. He was not sure why he came to ask such obvious questions. He looked up. Not realizing he was looking at them blankly. The couple was even more startled. "Son, something seems to be bothering you, am I right?" Levi asked cautiously. He can feel his wife pinching his arm under the table, but he could no longer bite his tongue. His curiosity won over him, and the question slipped out of his mouth. Sandra was scared her husband Levi would make their son's lips even more tightly closed, voicing his curiosity. But she was actually feeling the same with her husband. Levi just made it to say it out loud
"I will, thanks, mom," Lucien kissed his mom before he got into the backseat of his car. His loving parents walked him all the way to his ride like he was a toddler to be sent to a preschool. He smiled at the thought as he buckled his seatbelt. This scenario had happened many times during those days. Both of them would send him to the car that would drive him to school and would normally be worried. The mother was worried her son would not make friends there, while the father worries about him being abducted or harmed by the enemies of the boy's grandfather. But all those days are gone. They are now part of his childhood memories. "Drive safely," Sandra peeked inside the backseat window to see Tatum as the windows were so tinted she could not see anything from the outside. "Yes, Ma'am," the driver politely answered. Sandra wanted to ask why Lucien did not mention Tatum Elliot in his story about the road accident, but when
Leandro was excited like a young boy waiting for Santa to arrive on Christmas day when he heard about the visit he was going to receive and have his favorite person and be together with him for lunch. He was ecstatic that he was cramping to direct the kitchen staff about what to prepare. "Master, the Young Master Lucien also mentioned about not preparing too much food," the personal assistant was too scared, but he still had to relay the message. "Shut up!" Leandro Michaelson sneered at his fidgeting assistant. "Yes, Sir." Then he heard the sound of the door opening. The front door. He left the kitchen without clear instructions to do and went to welcome his grandson. "Prepare something decent. Make sure they are all Master Lucien's favorites." Enzo gave the orders instead. The kitchen staff felt relieved Enzo was around, or they would never have any idea what to prepare with such lim
"So to what do I owe this pleasure of my dearest grandson sharing lunch with me?" Leandro asked Lucien as soon as they got seated in the living room. "Well, I won't beat around the bush as I am actually in an urgent situation," Lucien erased the playfulness in his countenance. The old man quickly noticed the sudden change in his grandson's tone. He prepared his heart to hear what he was going to say. It happened a few times before, but they have never been able to deal with the very root of the problem. He has a weird feeling it is going to be similar this time. "Go ahead, your old man is listening," he seriously urged Lucien to speak. "Someone made a hit on me again this morning," Lucien nonchalantly stated. The grandfather waited patiently. He can tell. That is not all his grandson was going to say. "Someone saved me from an ugly death," Lucien smiled faintly.
They arrived at the table in a gleeful mood as the grandpa keeps bugging the grandson to tell more about this girl he was talking about. "She is feisty," Lucien chuckled, discouraging his grandpa from asking more. "Ohh, interesting," to his dismay, the elderly turned to be more eager to hear him tell more about the girl. "Come on, tell me more." "I told you, I just saw her on the road. I still have to know more about her, and then I will tell you whatever I find out," Lucien did not tell that the secretary and the girl he is talking about are the same people. "Do you want me to check her background for you?" "No, no. Please, do not do that, grandpa," Lucien quickly and firmly disagree. "Promise me you won't do that if I am going to know more about her, definitely not in a stealthy way or manner." "Okay, I give you my word," the old man promised, but deep in his hear