A pair of slender and long legs stepped out of the car, followed by a corner of a light blue skirt, and then a slender figure came into Lucas Moreau's sight.
With a smile on her lips, she held a long and thin box in her right hand, tapping it rhythmically against the palm of her left hand. Her posture was so leisurely that it seemed as if she were strolling in a garden.
Claire Wentworth!
Lucas Moreau's brows immediately knitted together, and anger quickly engulfed his entire being.
Damn it, how dare she play tricks on him?
"Lucas Moreau, think about your task today!" Madame Moreau forcefully grabbed his arm.
Lucas Moreau took a deep breath, composed himself, and regained his gentle demeanor:
"Claire, so you've been here for a while."
Claire Wentworth had a smile on her lips, but he
