Lucija fell face-first to the ground. She stood up in pain, gritting her teeth. "Owen, why don't you go to hell?"
"If I die, who will see your beautiful face while you fall?"
Owen lightly curled his lips and lazily leaned against the railing of the stairs. "Jory is going back. He asked me to look for you to accompany him back."
"Otherwise, do you think I am willing to come find you?"
Lucija pursed her lips. He took a deep breath, walk passed him angrily, and left after making sure that Owen did not hear the conversation between her and Bridget.
"Miss Yates."
Looking at her back, Owen said calmly, "Beau likes Eliza very much."
The woman stopped.
The next second, Lucija turned around and stared at him coldly. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I hope you know."