No, this version of Aidan Lucas is a devil.
Even back then, she deeply understood this truth.
As a girl with a deep mind, Evelyn Lucas always knew better how to disguise and protect herself than her peers.
She would never forget the sight of an enraged Aidan Lucas nearly strangling Theodore Lucas on that night.
"No, impossible... How are you unharmed... impossible, impossible, no one can resist this drug. You, don't come any closer, don't..." Evelyn Bright exclaimed in horror, as if she had seen a ghost.
The fear ingrained in her bones made her involuntarily retreat.
But...
The grip on her right wrist was hard, like iron.
Aidan Lucas wouldn't let go, pulling out the belt that she had just unbuckled.
Ha, every woman seeking death likes to hand the sharp weapon to him herself.
"Snap—" The belt lashed onto the flesh, the sound of it cutting through tissues was crisp.
"Snap, snap—" Two more strikes followed, lashing directly onto Evelyn Bright's snow-white skin.
