After Lucas Morgan and Lily Grant left, they maintained a one-behind-the-other formation, walking on the street.
At this moment, it was right during the peak hours of the Royal City's night streets, with people and cars passing by, the lights bright, and an unstoppable bustling atmosphere.
Lucas Morgan walked in front, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and one hand in his pants pocket, giving off a somewhat lazy aura that caused passersby to steal several glances at him.
After all, in this era, there's always a preference for beautiful faces, and Lucas Morgan's face was exceptionally good.
Seven parts exquisite, three parts enchanting.
Lily Grant followed behind him, walking a bit slowly, occasionally looking up to watch him.
Ahead, the lights were dim and shadowy; his silhouette carried a tinge of sadness.
Lily Grant felt that tonight she had won against Chloe Grant.
