The security guard held an ultra-bright flashlight in his hand, standing beside the expressionless Lucas.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit under the dim glow of the street lamp, his face was bathed in a warm amber hue, making his expression unreadable.
Beauty shivered, her grip on Dyson's hand trembling slightly.
She tried to pull away, but his fingers only tightened around hers.
Even from that distance, she could sense the cold smirk on Lucas's face—enough to send chills down her spine.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?"
His voice was smooth, laced with something unreadable.
"Now that I'm your boyfriend, and since we've been seen, don't you think it's time to introduce me to your… guardian?"
Few people referred to Lucas as her "guardian"—most called him her legal custodian.
But to her, the difference was negligible.
So, as if compelled by some unseen force, she and Dyson stepped forward.
