Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Lucas had a sly smile on his face, looking like a devilish charm.

His high arching, imperial brows upturned, lifting her chin. In his husky, irresistible voice, he said, "I won’t announce it to the world.

All I need is for the people of the Marson family to know that you are my woman now. Read complete versıon only at novel⟡fire.net

You don’t have to bother with anything else.

If you don’t agree, your whole new school will know that you are , Lucas’s woman."

What a cunning old fox!

Beauty was stunned for a moment.

If she didn’t agree, this pervert would definitely make her the talk of the school.

She certainly didn’t want to become the center of attention before school even started.

But I have one additional condition."

She said, knowing she needed to seize the conditions in her favor this late in the game and looked deep into his ink-like pupils.

Smiling faintly, "As long as I agree to this, you can’t meddle in my school matters ever again, no matter what I do."

I’ll let you graduate freely and smoothly."

Claimed Lucas, standing tall and turning his back towards Beauty, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The sunlight fell into his deep, cold pupils, stirring a ripple.

A smug smile appeared in his eyes.

It seemed his little puffin had taken the bait.

How could any woman standing by Lucas so easily sever ties with him?

Even if he stayed in his office daily, he had people report to him about Beauty’s whereabouts.

Did she think she could escape from the palm of his hand by just attending university?

A deeper smile emerged on Lucas’s face, his lips slightly curling up, showing a radiant smile in the corner where she couldn’t see.

"Then, in front of your family, I’m just putting on a show with you.

You better not take advantage of this to take liberties with me."

Beauty’s adamantly unyielding expression rendered Lucas silent.

He turned and closed in on her, backing her into the farthest corner of the couch.

With nowhere to run, her face turned a charming shade of red due to her nervousness.

Lucas outstretched his arm and looped it around her waist, towering over her as he asked, "Is this how one takes liberties with you...?"

As he spoke, he moved his face closer; the coolness of his lips made contact with her soft earlobe, instilling a burning sensation there.

Beauty felt as if her earlobe was set ablaze, turning crimson all the way to her neck. Her heart pounded uncontrollably, almost leaping from her mouth.

"I...you...you pervert, let go of me!"

Beauty was absolutely livid.

To her unsurprising shame, she felt a small thrill inside when Lucas’s cold lips touched her earlobe.

She was sure her mind was foggy from his torture!

Lucas gave a subtle smirk, released his grip, and a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he found the defensive and feisty Beauty exceedingly adorable, but he dared not approach too close for fear of getting pricked by her thorns.

As she stepped out of the company, Beauty’s cheeks were still flushed red, and the midday sun seemed particularly glaring.

With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she hailed a car on the road.

That man is truly charming!

He stirred feelings in her heart, just like a restless little deer thumping in her chest.

Beauty caressed her rapidly beating heart and leaned her head on the chair.

Upon entering the villa, she saw Laura, dressed in a strap long dress, reading a celebrity magazine on a swing-chair in the hall.

Her heavily made-up face was at odds with her age, which made her uncomfortable.

"So, I heard my brother is throwing a birthday party for you, the biggest one in the city.

But don’t assume that you’re a member of our family.

He’s just avoiding looking too harsh on you," Laura said, lifting her skirt as she stepped off the swing-chair, then looked at Beauty disdainfully.

Beauty simply smiled, "I haven’t given such matters too much thought.

I certainly don’t have your princess syndrome. I heard you are about to enter the showbiz, congratulations!

I think you are perfect for playing the arrogant supporting female roles."

"So, what’s your point?

I’m going to be our company’s leading spokesperson and I’m preparing for the fashion show Miami .

Perhaps I may not be able to attend your birthday party.

I’ll soon be an international supermodel, while you, you’ll be no more than a simpleton good only at drawing.

Just see what big things you can achieve!"

Laura’s tone was filled with sarcasm and contempt, but Beauty was unfazed by her words.

She smiled slightly, focusing on the magazine in her hands, "I hope one day you can make it to such an authoritative magazine, not depending on your brother and Marson’s help to play minor roles."

Having said that, she turned to go upstairs.

She didn’t want to waste her breath in such pointless arguments.

After she leaves Maron’s family, she probably won’t see Laura in this lifetime.

What is the point of quarrelling now?

After the college entrance examination, Lucas didn’t arrange for private tutors for her anymore.

In his words, "You should have already become a qualified socialite.

The next lessons can’t be taught by a tutor, you’ll need my training.

I’ll make you the most deserving woman to stand by my side in the city, making other women pale in comparison with you.

Besides your charming appearance, you need status and ability."

Beauty looked at her reflection in the dance room’s mirror.

Over the years, her transformation felt surreal even to herself.

Her bright eyes were as expressive as the crescent moon.

Aside from her ever impassive face, uninterested in anyone or anything, the habits she once embodied have become blurry, gradually disappearing.

Is she still that Beauty, frosty on the outside, warm on the inside, always feeling insecure?

It seems like Lucas changed her, yet it seems like she has quietly changed herself, distancing from her past, so much so that she can hardly remember her childhood memories.

The birthday banquet is only a week away, and it’s as though this banquet has nothing to do with her.

She can’t muster the slightest excitement, and she also feels a sense of unease.

Her assistant called her, asking her to find time to visit the dress shop to try on the banquet dress and gave her an address.

She has an impression of this brand, often hearing Hannah mentioning it.

It’s clearly expensive.

Well, she’s not the one paying, so why not?

Lucas seems to care about this banquet.

However, through the eyes of the businessmen like them, all these are a part of socializing, so she doesn’t dare hope for anything else.

She called her best friend, Hannah.

After all, although Hannah is a bit eccentric and lovesick, her understanding of those luxury items is much more professional than hers.