Roxanne pursed her lips in annoyance and tried to free herself from his grip. However, her effort was futile.
Lucian noticed her intention, and he said with a solemn expression, “Are you really going to hail a taxi, dressed like that? Can’t you see what the weather is like?”
“You don’t have to worry about me, Mr. Farwell. I can take care of myself,” Roxanne replied coldly.
That was when Lucian realized he had made his concern for her too obvious. He then furrowed his brows and said, “I doubt you can get a taxi now. By the time you get a taxi, you’ll be late for the banquet.”
Hearing that, Roxanne turned her head to check out the street. He’s right. Neon Boutique is in such a secluded area, and the road barely has cars pa*sing by. Heck, I don’t even see a taxi in this area unless I walk
