Chapter 118 It Was His Game.

Ivory was speechless for the better half of the time since she had walked into the Cafe, trying to wrap her head around why Lucien was here.

"Lucien," She began, taking a step forward. "What...what are you doing here?"

"I came to meet up with Mrs. Mendez," Lucien said as he stood up and approached her, standing a few feet away from her. "I contacted her a few days ago, apologizing for not being able to make it to our previous meeting and to, set up a new one. And today happened to be that day." He explained, but Ivory couldn't help but frown.

Huh, she thought. Didn't Annabelle say that Lucien had never contacted her. Did she lie to her and if so, why did she do that?

"Mrs. Mendez," Ivory was about to take her up on that little thought of hers, question her, but much to her dismay, Lucien stepped in front of her, blocking her line of vision.

"I answered your question, V, why not answer mine. Why are you here? This isn't the company, now is it?"