Mr. Lord laughed, took off the white gloves from his hands, revealing those hands with burn marks, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor: "Miss Allison, I know you're stalling me, that's why you're chatting so much with me, which I'm very pleased about, so I can't help but chat more with you, but now time's about up, I should be going."
He was calm and collected, clearly prepared.
"Miss Allison, are you willing to come with me?" Mr. Lord smiled and extended his hand toward her.
"She's not willing." Lucas Quinn's voice came from behind the large column against the wall in the lounge, and his figure emerged from the shadows behind the column, walking over to stand beside Charlotte Allison, blocking her shoulder and pulling her to his side.
"I didn't expect Mr. Quinn at the banquet to be a fake," Mr. Lord said.
