Chapter 131

  “What do you mean by I am not the only Eunice?” she asked away confusedly as Lux revealed about the matter.

  The longer he discuss about it casually, the more she gets anxious. The early breeze was not enough to cool down her mood, and not even the inviting meal was tempting enough to somehow hold her temper at bay.

  “If this is some kind of joke, this isn’t funny at all,” she warned and put down her utensils.

  But Lux didn’t even get intimidated, neither flinched nor hold back. “Do I look like I am joking to you? Do you really think I am into making fun of serious matters?” he retorted and motioned one of the uniformed men to come over to their table.

  “Yes, Sir?” the man obediently asked, bowing his head in front of the man.

  “Bring me a scented paper, and my pen.”

  “Should I call someone who has a good penmanship, Sir?”

  “No, I will write it myself.”