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Lucas suddenly scoffed coldly and stood up, leaving the room.

As she heard the door slam loudly, Aveline let out a deep breath.

She was really afraid and didn't know how she could defend herself if he continued. It was like last night; she had no way to resist

But she didn't want this.

He had feelings for Sophia, and she didn't want to be entangled with him any further.

She just hoped to get through this month safely.

By then, she would definitely get a divorce!

The next day.

After work, Aveline was about to leave when someone blocked her path with a smile. "Mrs. Tudor, I'm the butler of the estate. Madam Yvonne asked me to take you to the estate for dinner."

Yvonne?

Aveline was puzzled. "Why did Madam Yvonne suddenly invite me?" Did Lucas know about this?

The butler smiled and said, "Mr. Lucas hasn't been back for a while. Mr. Frederick and Madam

Yvonne miss him very much, so they wanted to invite you over. Mr. Lucas is still busy, but he will come later. Please come with me first."

Aveline took out her phone. "Please wait a moment."

But the butler said, "Mrs. Tudor, Madam Yvonne invited you. Please don't refuse and make it difficult for me."

For some reason, Aveline felt pressured.

She couldn't offend Lucas, let alone the Tudor family.

She nodded and got into the car with the butler.

Sitting in the car, she sent a message to Lucas.

However, there was no immediate reply. She pressed her lips. together, feeling that this visit to the Tudor residence was not a good thing.

Her previous experience flashed in her mind. The Tudors didn't like. her and preferred Sophia.

What was the purpose of this invitation?

Feeling uneasy, Aveline soon arrived at the Tudor residence. The grand and luxurious estate came into view, but she had no interest in admiring the scenery. Entering the villa, Aveline saw quite a few wealthy ladies in the living room.

Instinctively, she turned back, only to find that the butler had already left.

She was momentarily stunned.

"Hey, that maid over there, come and take my bag."

A middle-aged lady glanced at Aveline.

Aveline paused and said, "I'm not a maid."

Crystal Ross, who had been invited for tea, was taken aback to be

refused by someone she assumed was a maid. She placed her teacup

on the table with a loud clatter.

"Where's the butler? How are the maids trained here? Such a lack of manners!"

But the butler didn't appear; he had seemingly disappeared.

Aveline walked directly to a nearby sofa, ignoring Crystal's words.

"So rude!" Crystal insulted her without reservation.

Aveline's brow furrowed, and she pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

At that moment, a little boy ran over, looked at Aveline, and suddenly raised his hand. He had a toy gun and pointed it at Aveline's eyes, pretending to shoot.

"I'll kill you!"

Aveline was startled and quickly dodged, instinctively raising her hand to protect herself.

Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly sat on the floor and began to cry loudly.

His crying drew the attention of the other wealthy ladies. Crystal, seeing her grandson crying, immediately got up and asked, "What happened? Why are you on the floor?" The boy, still crying, pointed at Aveline. "She pushed me, Grandma. She hit me. Waaaa!"

Aveline quickly stood up. "I did not."

Crystal looked at her with a fierce expression and raised her hand to slap Aveline.