At noon, with Prospect Focus Magazine, Eduard angrily went to the Branch of Davonnis to "complain" to Arthur. "Arthur, Look what Spencer did!" Eduard gritted his teeth as he tossed the magazine on Arthur's desk. owns this text.

"I know everything," Arthur said, glancing at the magazine.

"How can you be so calm when you know it?" Eduard raised his eyebrows. He thought Arthur didn't know.

"Clowns," Arthur said quietly, keeping his head down. "It's just Spencer's money. He can write whatever he wants."

"You're just going to let Prospect Focus Magazine get away with it?" Eduard said indignantly.

"Of course not. It's just that there's no shortage of greedy people in the world. Without Prospect Focus Magazine, Spencer would have found someone else to publicize this matter. Let Prospect Focus Magazine be the first to take the lead. Moreover, this matter has been spreading all over the city. Without the magazine, the discussion would not have stopped." A gleam of light flashed in Arthur's eyes. A single sentence had defined the miserable future of Prospect Focus Magazine.

"I think we should take care of him now and can't make Spencer laugh!" Eduard was not as rational as Arthur.

"My focus isn't on Spencer... it's..." Arthur put down his work and turned his chair towards the window. He didn't want Eduard to see his expression.

"What is it?" Eduard asked, looking in Arthur's direction.

"Spencer's engagement day is the 30th, the day after tomorrow, so she should be back tomorrow..." Arthur's voice was as flat as a glass of water. Those who understood him knew that the glass of water was boiling.

Eduard clenched his fists, and was furious at his inability to help. Was there really nothing he could do to help?!

"Arthur, would you like me to ask Lucia out to talk?" Eduard suggested, after a moment's contemplation.

"We can't figure out what the problem is. Even if you could ask her out, what would be the point?"

Arthur slowly turned back to his chair, and Eduard finally saw his expression. There was an aura of gloom that could not be dispersed between Arthur's brows. His gaze lowered, and when he looked back, all he could see was endless bitterness.

It may take words like heartache to describe Arthur's state of mind.

"Aren't we supposed to believe in Lucia? Even if it's the last thing we do?" Eduard, a man who felt Arthur's plight, said encouragingly.

"Eduard, I'm afraid," Arthur said as he looked up.

"Huh?" Eduard didn't realize what he said. Arthur said he was afraid? Of what?

"The last time I saw Lucia, do you you know what she said to me? She said that if it weren't for Teddy's illness, she would have gotten engaged to Spencer on May 5, and wouldn't have had to deal with me as her 'enemy'. Every word she said was like a knife to my heart. ..."

Thinking of the frozen look on Lucia's face when she said these words to him, Arthur laughed wryly,

"So I'm afraid, I'm afraid to face her again, to hear her say those words that deny all our love, deny all our past..."

"Well..." Eduard Sighed. He understood Arthur, but he didn't want to give up Lucia.

"If there's really more to be done, Eduard, let Daphne do it," Arthur said, frowning for a moment.

"Daphne?" Eduard didn't understand Arthur's intentions.

"Daphne and Lucia have a different kind of relationship, and Lucia might be wary of anyone, but I don't think she would be wary of Daphne. Even if Daphne couldn't figure out what is bothering Lucia, even if it is just to let Lucia know that Daphne is willing to trust her and support her, which would be good for Lucia."

Arthur said what he meant, but Eduard couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Even in this situation, Arthur's actions and thoughts were all about Lucia's well-being.

Lucia, how could you...

Eduard sighed to himself.

The next day, as Arthur had expected, Lucia and Esmae returned to Athegate. Spencer had already spread the information about his fiancée's return and was leading high-level officials of the company to pick them up. The scene was very lively that day. The reporters of Prospect Focus Magazine, who were ambushed around, were waiting for the opportunity to report on the unprecedented pick-up ceremony. "Ms. Wilson, Lucia, you're finally back." As soon as he saw Esmae and Lucia at the exit, Spencer immediately went up to them, and Samuel, who was beside him, started clapping.

Esmae had six valets of her own. Plus the nobility of being part of a wealthy family, and without Spencer's superfluous swagger, her aura was impressive, so for Spencer to arrange all this, Esmae wasn't happy.

Lucia, on the other hand, treated Spencer like air. She was with Esmae, wearing a smart all-black suit that accentuated her cool demeanor to the extreme. Her high ponytail was mature and lively. And her bright eyes could not be seen under the sunglasses, but from her half-pursed lips, Lucia was definitely unhappy.

"You're just here to pick us up. Why are you turning a public place like the airport exit into a private welcome party?" Esmae took off her sunglasses and looked at the person behind Spencer with disdain. The smile on Spencer's face froze for a second. He thought Esmae would like this star-studded atmosphere, but instead he was flattering in a wrong way.

But Spencer was Spencer, and it only took him a second to come to his senses. He smiled and said, "Ms. Wilson, I was negligent. I told my subordinates that you will be here. They all admire your presence, so they thought of coming here to greet you. I didn't expect it to backfire..."

"All right, all right," said Esmae, who believed Spencer's nonsense. "Let them go," she said impatiently

Spencer gave himself an out and immediately turned around to give Samuel a mock reprimand, ordering them to leave immediately. Samuel dared not disobey, so he dismissed the group in minutes, leaving only the driver.

"Ms. Wilson, we're going back now," Spencer said as he walked to Lucia's side. He raised his hand and wrapped it around her waist.

In an instant, the hairs on Lucia's body stood on end. She turned and glared at Spencer. Although her bright eyes were hidden in her sunglasses, the chill that emanated from them made people tremble with

fear.