Lucas Knight's words made her instantly angry, and she raised her hand to give him a fierce slap: "Smack—"
Whose child is it!?
She whispered: "Easton Carter's, are you satisfied now?"
Wasn't that matter over?
Easton Carter had already died by her hand, why did Lucas Knight still have to bring it up?
After the slap, the air seemed to freeze for a century————
So long, so long.
Those around were almost dropping their eyeballs, only a few words floated through their minds: Eva Nightingale, you're doomed.
Eva Nightingale, you're doomed——
Eva Nightingale, you're really doomed this time——
Do you know who you're hitting!?
Just as expected.
Lucas Knight's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, his gaze unfathomably deep and inscrutable.
Filled with rage, he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, blocking her cherry small mouth: "Mmph..."
The crowd: "!!!"
No, this is not what they anticipated.
