"Yes." The butler sighed in relief and quickly turned to run toward the manor's gate.
At the entrance of the Yale Family Estate, Lucas Scott stood like a great master, making the very air around seem thin.
If he didn't leave soon, the security guard would be overwhelmed.
Once he heard Evelyn Sherman was willing to see him, the guard let him in without a second thought, guiding him politely.
"The soup wasn't made by you, do you know where she is?" Like a shadow, Lucas Scott rushed directly in front of Evelyn Sherman upon entering the living room.
He asked anxiously before she could speak.
"What would you do if I said I didn't know? Would you go back to the airport?" Evelyn Sherman received the tea from the butler and placed it in front of Lucas Scott.
Lucas Scott didn't even glance at it.
"Impossible, if you don't know where she is, then how about the bowl of soup..."
"I learned it from her notes." Evelyn Sherman lightly parted her lips, waiting for Lucas Scott's reaction.
