The tea room was left with only Lucas Quinn and Mr. Pinete.
Lucas Quinn leisurely sipped his tea, a fierce glint in his eyes.
If he was like a cute puppy when Charlotte Allison was around just now,
then at this moment, he was a wolf showing its tail.
"Old man, your acting is downright terrible!" he said, his clear voice sparking like a fire, full of disdain.
Mr. Pinete chuckled heartily, stroking his beard.
"Sir, you know I'm just a simple brute, lying is too hard for me. But it seems Charlotte didn't notice anything amiss, so it was still a success, haha."
Lucas Quinn let out a light laugh, his downcast eyes rebellious: "Do you think Charlotte Allison is like you?"
How could she not notice Mr. Pinete's abnormality? If he hadn't acted normal enough, she might have connected that the two knew each other.
Now he could only firmly deny knowing Mr. Pinete, making Charlotte think there's something wrong with Mr. Pinete.
