Chapter 709 Unexpected Visitor

"See me?" Lucia's eyes were full of confusion. If she remembered correctly, there was no deep connection between them. Moreover, she was still in love with Arthur.

"Yes," Lola replied. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"

"Go into the back garden," said Lucia, leading Lola away through the veranda and into the back garden.

"Brown Manor is truly beautiful," Lola said, breathing in the cool air but feeling freer.

The back garden was Esmae's favorite, and although she had no interest in gardening, she had grown up wishing she had a beautiful back garden. So, Brown Manor's back garden was much more elaborate than the front yard, and there were some of the best designs. Especially in the light of the ornament, it was naturally gorgeous.

"Well, Esmae loves it here," said Lucia in a low voice.

Walking beside Lucia, Lola was still amazed by the light, even though she was a woman too.

Lucia's side profile was extremely exquisite, especially the tip of her nose. She seemed gentle and delicate. Her red lips were extremely attractive, and her bright eyes contained all the vanity in the world. No wonder she lost so completely.

Lola thought with relief.

Seeing that Lola was silent, Lucia turned her head and saw that she was staring at herself. She blinked and asked,

"What can I do for you, Miss Mccarthy?"

Lola smiled. "Mrs. Brown," she said, "Must be the barrier between you and Arthur?"

Hearing Lola's words, Lucia frowned slightly. Lola immediately said, "I'm sorry. But don't worry. There's nothing between me and him. I've completely given up."

Lola was afraid there weren't many women in the world who can match Lucia.

Lola kept this little grudge to herself.

"Is that so?" said Lucia lightly, but she had already stopped frowning.

The smile on Lola's face grew wider, and the two continued into the depths of the garden.

Having distanced herself from some of her strolling guests, Lola spoke again,

"I'm sorry I've been so hostile to you before. I may have unintentionally offended you, but don't take it to heart."

"Not at all," said Lucia with a gentle smile.

Her gentleness was real and refreshing.

Lola couldn't help but think, but she didn't want to lose her focus. She continued to Lucia,

"Ever since I realized my relationship with Arthur, I've been trying my best to make up for the stupid things I've done. I know that you don't love Spencer, but you're only with him because of Mrs. Brown's orders, aren't you?"

Lucia didn't say anything, but stared at Lola.

Why would she say that to herself?

"I left Arthur to keep him and you together, not to keep you apart from him," Lola added, but the subject never got to the point.

Lucia asked flatly, "So what did you want with me?"

"I know exactly what Spencer did to threaten you to be with him. My colleagues have been investigating Amasun Group's illegal profits for a long time, so I investigated him along."

Lucia raised an eyebrow. In fact, Otis had been looking into the inner workings of the Amasun Group, and Lola had come to her with a result? owns this text.

As if reading Lucia's mind, Lola added,

"I know Arthur has been investigating Amasun Group, but their investigation on the outside is not as thorough as mine on the inside. I now have enough evidence in my hands to have Amasun subpoenaed, and the USA government has always been strict with the capitalists. If this information is submitted, Spencer will lose everything."

Lucia stared at Lola. She knew what she was talking about, but she asked the question,

"Why not go straight to Arthur?"

"Because you're the one I'm most conscience-stricken," Lola said without hesitation.

Lucia's bright eyes moved, and she looked at Lola without saying a word.

"You know what my job is, psychoanalyst, profiler. And the truth is, Arthur came to Miami to find out if the man who gave your son the bone marrow transplant was lying. But by then you were engaged to Spencer, and I didn't know the truth. I just wanted to help Arthur get over his obsession with you, so..."

Lola couldn't say the words.

"So you lied to Arthur and said that the person was the one who transplanted the bone marrow?" Lucia helped Lola finish her words, but at the same time, her heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle. If she had known that Arthur wouldn't give up on her, and how much effort he put into it... She never knew.

She was touched, but also distressed.

"It was me who was obsessed," Lola said with a wry smile. "I violated the most basic work ethic and principles of being a human."

"You love him very much," Lucia said, understanding rather than blaming Lola.

She could understand Lola's state of mind. It was selfish to love someone.

When she heard Lucia say this, Lola's eyes lit up. She couldn't help but look into Lucia's eyes, where she could deeply appreciate what tolerance was.

With a smile, Lola couldn't help but say, "Ms. Webb, thank you for understanding."

In fact, she could have chosen to blame her.

Lucia smiled and said nothing.

"I have the information in my hand, and I don't know when you're going to need it. It's not convenient to bring it here, so," Lola said it as she took out a business card.

"Here's my card. I'll send it to you as soon as you need it."

With Lola's words, Lucia knew she had Spencer's Achilles' heel in her hands. She reached for the card and said to Lola,

"Actually, Miss Mccarthy, I never blame you. After all, the man we love is so wonderful."

Lola smiled when she heard Lucia say that. She winked and said, "But he's all yours. Promise me you won't go soft on Spencer and miss him."

"I won't," said Lucia firmly. Her eyes were sparkling as she clasped the card in her palm.

After the conversation between the two women, Lucia stopped talking about Spencer and started asking about Lola, who learned from her that Lucia's manner was so elegant that she hoped, one day, she can also become friends with her.

After handing the card to Lucia, Lola left Brown Manor early. Thinking it over in the car, Lola called Arthur.

As soon as the call went through, Lola didn't wait for Arthur to say.

"Mr. Davies, I don't owe you anything anymore."