Lucian frowned, feeling slightly annoyed. He turned to the direction of the voice and his frown grew even more deeper at the sight of two security guards gesturing at him with their batons.
“Are you referring to me?” Lucian placed a hand on his chest, wishing the guards were talking to someone else, not him. He was already exhausted and in no mood for drama.
“Who else would I be referring to? Look around, is there anyone here dressed the way you are?” One replied saucily.
At the words, Lucian looked down to realize he was still in his simple, plain clothes. Because of the incident with Anthony, he could not meet up with the boutique or spa treatment, neither could he visit the Villa for a change of clothing.
“Where's your invite?” The guard questioned hoarsely and Lucian dipped his han
