Harrison Lucas felt a bit helpless; cooking seemed harder than firing a gun.
She just wanted to fry the pierogi left in the fridge by Auntie, make some fried pierogi for Mr. Lucas, yet it was so difficult.
She glanced down at her watch; it was already this late, and Mr. Lucas hadn't come back yet.
Harrison Lucas, who had spent the whole evening in the kitchen, was drenched in sweat, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Not to mention, her gray-black shirt was already stained with oil.
Not just her clothes, both hands, arms, and even her pants somehow got covered in a mix of random sauce stains.
Before Mr. Lucas arrived home, the guard with him would always call in advance to inform her to be ready.
Harrison Lucas looked at her cell phone, deciding to take it along for a quick shower in the bathroom.
She estimated that even if she received the call, she would have time to bind her chest and get dressed before coming out.
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