Chapter 150

Lucas accusations left Larissa a little bewildered.

After a moment she covered the phone’s microphone and stood up. She whispered to Kevan, “I need to go outside and take a call”

“Okay,” Kevan nodded.

Outside the restaurant, Larissa finally let go of the microphone and hissed into the phone, “When did I ever bring Lana to a bar?”

“Lana has been with you these past few days. If it wasn’t you who brought her, then who could it be?”

Lucas demanded in a confrontational tone.

His insolent attitude successfully angered Larissa.

“I apologize, Mr. Hermes, but it wasn’t me who took your girlfriend to the bar,” Larissa spoke calmly with a steely gaze. “I don’t know who she went with, but if you wish to know the details, why don’t you ask her directly instead of making baseless assumptions and unjustly accusing the innocent? I admit that I’m not the best caretaker, so it is best to assume responsibility for looking after your girlfriend.

yoursel Lucas was at a loss for words.

“By the way, both Mr. Rogers and Mr. Shields were injured last night while trying to save your girlfriend.” Larissa deliberately emphasized the gravity of the situation. “I wonder how you plan to settle this. Are you going to reimburse Mr. Rogers and Mr. Shields for their medical expenses?

When Larissa mentioned this. Lucas was reminded of something. “Since you knew that Nana was in danger, why didn’t you call me instead?”

His question was so matter–of–fact that although Larissa was imitated, she couldn’t help feeling a little wronged.

“Lana refused to let me call you. If you’re dissatisfied with this, go and question her. I’ve done everything I could for both of you. Please retrain from involving me in your relationship squabbles.”

She hung up. Luckily, Lucas didn’t call back.

Larissa returned to the restaurant and saw that Kevan had already ordered some dishes.

The waiter repeated Kevan’s order so Larissa could add more food it she wanted.

“Barbecued pork ribs? Roasted chicken? Larissa asked Kevan doubtfully. “Didn’t you dislike these dishes?”

“I merely dislike Lana’s cooking.” Kevan replied indifferently.

At that moment, Larissa was tempted to tell him the truth, but she held her longue in the end. After all she had promised Lana.

On the way back, Lana called Larissa’s phone.

Due to Lucas‘ outburst earlier, Larissa couldn’t muster up the patience to speak kindly to Lana. “What’s the matter? She answered the call stiffly.

Lana’s voice took on a beseeching lone as she said, “Tim sorry, Larissal It’s all my fault for not explaining things clearly to Lucas! I’ve just taught him a lesson, Please don’t be mad at me Lucas was likely in the same vicinity as Lana. Just as she finished speaking. Larissa heard Lucas‘

voice in the background. He was questioning her relentlessly. “If it wasn’t your sister, who else would have taken you to the bar? Answer me!”

Lana snapped impatiently. “Shut up! Since you think I’m lying, let’s break up right now!”

Larissa had no interest in listening to their argument. Aller hanging up, she turned her phone cl “Is it Lana? Kevan had heard her voice.

“Yes, she fought with Lucas.” Larissa paused. “I hope they will make up soon.”

Otherwise, there was a high chance that she would be pulled into their argument again.

Larissa felt like she could change careers and become a fortune–teller. Her predictions were usually spot on.

Lana called her again in the middle of the night as she had anticipated.

“Larissa, I’m waiting at the entrance of your apartment complex, but the security guard won’t let me in.

Can you come and pick me up?” Lana’s words were slurred as she was crying uncontrollably.