Chapter 108

Take a Shower

Lucille swiped her card and entered the room. The first thing she did was lock the door. Who would have thought that she would run into Joseph while trying to avoid Samuel?

She rubbed her temples. Feeling a headache coming on, she went into the bathroom to remove her makeup, take a shower, and change her clothes.

The mist in the bathroom was dense.

A layer of water vapor covered the mirror in the bathroom. Lucille took off her wig and rinsed her face. Her delicate features were reflected in the mirror. Her skin was as white as snow, and her skin was smooth like cream.

Lucille put on her clothes and went out. Before she fell asleep, she received a notification that the commission of 100 million was transferred

into her account.

She finally had some money.

The corners of her lips curled up.

The auction at Mount Ocean House was happening that weekend.

When the time came, she had to buy her mother's CD. She would never

give anyone a chance to tarnish and humiliate Annabelle.

Lucille closed her eyes and fell asleep with a heavy heart.

At six o'clock the next morning...

Lucille opened her eyes right on time.

This time, she did not change her appearance. She pulled her hat down

very low and then went straight to the airport.

The journey back was surprisingly smooth.

Take Shower

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At ten o'clock in the morning, Lucille stepped into the Jules Residence.

When Madam Dahlia saw her, she immediately smiled and asked, "Miss Jules, you must be exhausted. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? I made some porridge in the morning. Would you like some?"

Lucille explained her disappearance the night before using the excuse that she had gone to visit Master Walton, so Madam Dahlia didn't doubt her at

all.

Lucille replied, "I've already eaten. Where's Molly, Madam Dahlia?"

"Miss Molly went out early in the morning. She even asked me for a sack. I don't know why, though..." Madam Dahlia murmured.

Speak of the devil, and he will come.

Molly walked in while humming. She was in a good mood.

Lucille could tell at a glance that Molly must have taken that sack to go and beat someone up.

She had probably either beaten up Wayne or Thomas. If not, then it was, probably Jenny, who didn't get along with Lucille.

Sure enough...noveldrama

Molly jumped happily in front of Lucille, put her hands on her hips, and said. with a proud expression, "Hurry up and praise me, Lucille! I put Wayne, who bullied you and insulted your mom, into a sack and beat him up! He cried so hard that he begged me for mercy." Lucille raised an eyebrow and asked in amusement, "What did you say in

response?"

"I told him that I don't care. He just needs to be a good person in his next

life!" she answered.

Madam Dahlia, who was standing by the side, was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Surprisingly, Lucille was still grinning. In a calm voice, she said, "Well done.

Molly, who had received a compliment, giggled before jumping upstairs.

After she left, Madam Dahlia couldn't help but try to persuade Lucille." Miss Jules hitting someone is wrong no matter what. Besides, Miss Molly has a developmental disorder. What if she accidentally uses too much force? What if she ends up being the victim instead? Will we be able to handle it if something happens?"

"That's not the case," Lucille muttered.

Her voice was very soft, like a feather, with an inexplicable sense of deterrence. "If she hit someone, then so be it. Why not?"

Madam Dahlia was slightly stunned.

Lucille added, "What's there to be afraid of? Even if the sky falls down, I'll take care of it."

On top of that, if one were to back off in the face of someone bullying them, the bully would simply take a step forward. Why should they hold back?

Madam Dahlia sighed and had no choice but to let it go. She said, "That's

true."

Lucille was about to go upstairs to rest for a while when she heard

someone ring the doorbell.

Madam Dahlia rushed to open the door and saw that it was the tailor, who was holding several boxes.

The tailor bowed and explained with a smile, "I've come to help Mrs. Collins try on the dresses for her engagement party."