In the dimly lit comer, the atmosphere was thick with ambiguity. The scent of alcohol lingered between their lips.

Suddenly, Lucas stood up and pulled Aveline out of the private room. Outside, Brian stood guard like a sentinel, his eyes fixed on Lucas.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Lucas cast a cold glance at him but said nothing, leading Aveline out of Noble Color Bar.

Once in the car, things quickly spiraled out of control. Lucas cupped her face, kissing her with urgency and impatience. He pressed a button, and the partition between the front and back seats slid up, blocking the view from the front.

The backseat immediately felt more confined. Aveline, overwhelmed by his kisses, instinctively pushed him away.

Surprisingly, Lucas let her push him back.

He leaned against the seat, his dark eyes fixed of her. "I forgot, you need to show some effort."

Aveline's breath was erratic. How was she supposed to show effort? He had always been the dominant one in their encounters, both past and present, leaving her no room to resist.

Lucas lit another cigarette, and the backseat filled with the faint smell of tobacco. Unable to bear the scent, Aveline opened the window, letting the cold wind clear her mind a bit. She looked at him and asked, "If I satisfy you, will you help me?"

Lucas sneered. "You keep insisting on that, worried I'll take advantage and then back out?"

Aveline replied, "You have a history."

Lucas muttered a curse under his breath and stared at her. "So what? You're still here, asking for my

help."

Aveline fell silent.

He was right.

She had no other options.

Frederick disdained her, Yvonne refused to see her, and Barbara was too old and unwell for her to ask for help.

The only person who could help her now was Lucas.

But she had a nagging feeling that his unusual behavior today was related to this matter.

After a moment of silence, she looked at him and asked, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Lucas didn't respond, merely half-closing his eyes as he took a drag of his cigarette. The dim light in the car obscured their expressions, but his cold demeanor was unmistakable. Aveline grasped his hand, her fingers slightly cool "Lucas, you can help me, can't you?"

Lucas replied, "Do you know the value of the things he stole?

So, he did know! Aveline's heart tightened. "Did he really steal something?"

"Ha!" Lucas let out a cold laugh. "The Tudor family wouldn't falsely accuse a mere driver."

He turned her hand over, playing with her fingers in his palm. "How did you find out about this?"

Aveline explained the whole situation to him.

Lucas narrowed his eyes dangerously and then said nonchalantly, "You shouldn't get involved. You can't handle it."

"No!" Aveline refused, looking at him with determination. "Without Mr. Zane, I wouldn't have been able to attend university in Cloudflare City. I must help him."

Lucas stared at her. "And how do you plan to help?"

Aveline was at a loss for words.

If Lucas said Bobby had stolen valuable items, it must be the truth.

She had thought the Tudor family had wronged Bobby, hoping there might be a chance to resolve it.

But now what?

She lowered her gaze, her lashes trembling as she looked at their intertwined hands. "Lu, you can find a way, can't you?"