The truth was, Zhao Li Xin already knew about Lucas's plan.
Right after returning from his date with Lory, a sudden knock came at their door. Zhao Li Xin rose from the chair and walked over.
When Zhao Li Xin opened the door, he found Fredhardt standing there in a perfectly tailored suit, his posture as composed and impeccable as ever. But there was something… off about his expression—an unusual tightness around his eyes, a faint strain in his usually calm demeanor.
"Where's Lory?" Fredhardt asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear.
Zhao Li Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, curiosity sparking. What is he planning?
"She's taking a bath," Zhao Li Xin replied in the same hushed tone.
Fredhardt's eyes seemed to brighten, a flicker of relief passing across his face. "Good. Would you come with me? It's important." He gestured with a small tilt of his chin, his tone brisk, almost hurried, as if time was pressing on him.
