Jasmine: Miss, I saw Emperor Lucas holding you by the waist, you were caught red-handed!!

That posture can no longer be described as merely ambiguous.

As the mistress of Jasmine, Eva Nightingale was never defied, Jasmine kept misleading Eliana Beckett, saying Eva was just innocently playing in the bar for the past two months, then attending some gatherings.

Not daring to mention that Eva had bought a grand villa in the wealthy district developed by the Gale Family and was living with Emperor Lucas.

*

Eliana casually brought Victor Gale into the living room and instructed the kitchen to serve food.

"Hello, Mr. Gale." The maids greeted politely.

This castle exudes a European style, its decoration lavish, and Victor immediately looked around but saw no trace of Eva Nightingale, his first instinct being that Eliana had hidden her away.

Retracting his gaze, he took his seat, looking at Eliana’s face, coinciding with her gaze in mid-air.

His gaze shot over too blatantly, causing Eliana’s heart to race, feeling that she wouldn’t have good days ahead.

His gaze seemed to say, "Woman, you’re doomed tonight, we need to recapture the lost moments from before."

She furrowed her brows, looking at him.

Unable to stare him down, she simply kicked him from under the table, hitting his thigh, but once her foot extended, there was no retreat.

Victor Gale trapped her little foot between his legs, clamping it tightly, a smoke-filled atmosphere rising beneath the table, while above, the surface remained deadly calm.

"Ah, you..." Eliana was rendered helpless by him, thinking her image was about to crumble, and her voice was slightly off.

The maids patiently asked, "Madam! Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Feeling embarrassed, Eliana averted her gaze, taking a deep breath, then withdrew her foot, restoring her usual nobility, "No, nothing’s wrong."

As Eliana spoke, the maids announced, "Madam, Mr. Gale, the young miss is descending the stairs."

At the mention of young miss, Victor Gale instantly glanced over.

Entering his sight was a light blue dress accentuating her tall and perfect figure, long waves of hair casually draped.

Her exquisite face adorned with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, such a refined beauty, everywhere reflecting shades of Eliana.

With her slender, fair hand holding the vintage carved staircase, the girl stepped down one by one.

Victor Gale’s surface remained calm, devoid of waves, but underneath raged tumultuous waves, Eva’s every slight change of expression pulled him in, wasn’t she his... right?!

"Young miss, this is Mr. Gale, a distinguished guest invited by Madam." Jasmine introduced, then retreated.

Eva paid little attention to Victor Gale, and before she took her seat, Eliana introduced, "Eva, he is your mom’s... old friend, now controlling the Gale Family’s lifeline, even Bennett listens to him, though he detests getting involved in Bennett’s affairs, call him Uncle Gale."

Perhaps due to what Victor did just now, Eliana was a bit incoherent.

"Hello, Uncle Gale, I’m Eva Nightingale." Eva looked over and extended her hand, showing courtesy.

The man was tall and upright, dressed in a pure black suit, his handsome face deeply set and well-defined, his eyes as dark as ink.

"Hello." Victor Gale’s eyes bore slight redness, extending his large hand to grasp her small one, "Eva darling, very beautiful."

"Thank you, Uncle Gale."

She called him Uncle Gale repeatedly, causing a slight tremor in his chest, amidst joy there seemed to be a tinge of pain.