Mia had known all along whom the waiter was referring to as the other Mrs. Lucian. She leaned back lazily on the sofa, propping her chin with one hand, casting a lazy, distant gaze at the group of women in front of her.
Lila, taking advantage of the tight security, stood smugly behind a guard and boasted, “Is my membership card real or fake? Why don’t you call Ryan and verify it yourselves?”
Lila didn’t dare to step forward even an inch! She believed that hiding behind the guard would keep her completely safe. The reason she could speak so brazenly was that she was confident Ryan would never embarrass her, let alone side with Mia.
“Please wait a moment.” The staff were trying to reach Ryan by phone.
However, how could Lila’s friends possibly not recognize Mia? The affair between her an
