Edward Foster's face turned livid, and he yelled, "Lucas! Don't hit someone's face! Who hasn't had a youthful and foolish phase? Though I've had many ex-girlfriends, they were all serious relationships, not kept or toyed with! Get it straight!"
Lucas Harlow chuckled, speaking slowly, "If you were keeping or toying with them, you'd have been kicked out of my circle long ago."
"Glad you know that!" Edward Foster glared at him, then turned away, reminiscing about his past "glorious achievements," and narcissistically touched his face, saying, "Can't help it, I'm just too good-looking. Since I was sixteen, girls have been chasing after me. You know how enthusiastic foreign white girls can be."
Lucas Harlow snorted at him, "The door's over there, get out."
Edward Foster knew that Lucas Harlow had agreed to his demand and wouldn't undermine him anymore.
But just to be safe, he said, "I'll confess my past to Lawrence, but I don't want her hearing about these things from others."
