"Lucien? What are you doing here?" Albert stepped forward.
His eyes then fell on the girl standing in his arms; facing his chest. "And why do you have this your w***e here?"
Lucien grinned, slowly raising his face from the girl's. He gently began to run his fingers through her fine straight strands.
She gently placed her head on his chest. Albert twitched his lips in disgust at his shameless son. "Lucien—"
"Stop yelling, father. It makes her tense", he continued to stroke the stranger girl's hair.
Albert glanced at his would-be daughter, lady Penelope, sighting the irritation in her eyes. He clinched his jaw, "Lucien! What is the meaning of this? Your fiancé is right here and you are there, holding another woman!"
"And it bothers you because?" Lucien crooked a brow.
Albert sighed,
