Pushing the door open, only Arthur Bennett was inside.
He was sitting by the sofa pouring tea and, upon seeing her enter, slightly curved his lips, "You've arrived?"
Lucy wasn't nervous at all; she feared nothing, because she wasn't fighting alone.
Sitting down and naturally crossing her legs, Lucy placed her hands on her knees, her gaze cold, "Does the President know you're here?"
Arthur paused in his tea-drinking motion, "Naturally, he does not."
"If the President found out about your scandals, he would certainly regret tacitly approving or even supporting your slander of my father."
"You, a bumpkin, have quite the courage. Is it that ignorance knows no fear?"
Lucy wasn't upset by his words, "Even if I'm ignorant, I know you're the President's son, and even the future President."
"Knowing my identity, you still dare to act recklessly in front of me?"
