"In short, the old master has already arranged for Miss Ava to be brought into Lanwan Elegant Garden and instructed everyone to serve her as the Young Madam."
"Let her get lost—" Lucas Knight's thin lips parted slightly; the simple three words could not hide his thinly-veiled anger, and at this moment, it seemed as if the air dropped several degrees in temperature.
His icy stern voice made Eva Nightingale stir under the covers; in the next second, she lifted her head to look at him: "..." What was going on! Having married her, does he still want to get close to those women!
The harem.
"Lucas Knight..."
She seemed to be on the verge of anger.
"Be good, you're the only one." The man quickly hung up the phone, tossed it aside, then caressed her head and soothed her, "Of course, Madam, you're the only one!"
