Aveline nodded.

Brian took out his phone and made a call. After a moment, he looked at her and said, "I'll take you

there."

Aveline smiled slightly. "Alright."

They arrived at the Noble Color Bar.

As Aveline got out of the car, she looked at Brian and asked, "Is Lucas here?"

Brian nodded. "Yes."

With determination in her eyes, Aveline walked inside. The bar was large, spanning three floors. The first floor was the main hall, with a stage and booths, the liveliest part of the bar. The second and third floors were more private, and often frequented by wealthy patrons.

Aveline went straight to the bar and asked, "Which floor is Lucas Tudor on?"

The staff member behind the bar looked confused and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't know who

that is."

Aveline frowned. Didn't this person know Lucas? Would she have to search each room upstairs? It seemed that was her only option.

She headed for the second floor but was stopped by two burly guards at the staircase.

"No entry without a reservation!" they barked.

Aveline turned to Brian and tilted her head slightly. Without a word, Brian stepped forward and easily subdued the two men.

Ignoring their angry glares, Aveline walked past them and headed upstairs, with Brian following closely behind. The two guards quickly contacted the manager, who was currently in a private room, respectfully attending to a guest.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, the manager's expression darkened. He turned to the man sitting on the sofa and said, "Mr. Tudor, I apologize. There's a small issue I need to handle." The man didn't respond, merely waved his hand dismissively.

The manager hurried out and saw Aveline and Brian approaching from the opposite direction.

"Are you the one who forced your way in here? Do you think this place is your home where you can act recklessly? Get out of here!" The manager rudely pointed at Aveline's nose, shouting. Brian stepped forward, grabbed the manager's finger, and with a slight twist, made the manager scream in pain..

Aveline glanced at the name tag on his chest and then asked, "Where is Lucas Tudor?"

The manager was stunned. This woman knew Lucas! Trembling, he asked, "Who... who are you?"

"His wife," Aveline replied calmly.

The manager was shocked! This was the infamous wife of Lucas? The one who refused to divorce

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With his finger still held by Brian, the manager could only point to a private room. "There..."

Aveline walked straight over and pushed the door open.

Compared to the lively commotion downstairs, the private rooms upstairs were quiet and dimly lit. Aveline immediately saw Lucas sitting on the sofa. He had a cigarette at his lips, half-closed eyes watching her with a mocking smile.

"Mrs. Tudor, quite the entrance," Lucas said.

Suppressing her emotions, Aveline walked over and sat next to him. "Lucas, why won't you see me?"

There were others in the room, and they were all surprised by how Lucas addressed her. Their curious eyes darted between Aveline and Lucas.

Aaron, who had been chatting with a woman, chuckled. "Aren't you two getting divorced? Why should he see you?"

Hearing this, Aveline paused.

Divorce? Was he finally willing to divorce her?

Her eyes brightened for a moment, but Lucas caught the look. His eyes flashed with a cold light as he held the cigarette between his fingers, staring at her coolly. "Yes, divorce, right?"

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