CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184: YOU’RE THE MASTER OF WIT

Jacob suddenly slammed on the brakes, his expression excited, "Really?"

She gave him a peck, "Really, I love you."

Jacob kissed her hard, his left hand gently caressing her face, kissing her tenderly and with deep affection, "I’m very happy."

Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two embraced for a moment before pulling apart.

When they got to the private room at Number Nine Residence, Lily and Elijah, along with her agent, were already there.

Elijah was singing while Lily silently drank alone.

Seeing the couple arrive, Elijah pointed to Lily, "Jacob, take care of your sister; she starts drinking as soon as she gets here, she’s already downed two bottles."

"Let her drink if she can," Jacob settled in beside him, speaking softly, "She’s in a bad mood and needs to vent."

"What happened?"

"You’d better ask her."

Elijah sat down next to Lily, "Lily, if there’s something bothering you, tell me. Don’t drink so much; your head will ache and your stomach will feel sick."

"Don’t call me sister; I don’t like outsiders calling me sister." Lily reached out a finger and poked at his head, "Don’t call me sister from now on, remember it."

"So what should I call you?" Elijah looked troubled, "Just use your name?"

"Yes, give it a try."

Elijah obediently called out, "Lily."

Lily smiled, drinking and saying, "Just call me like that from now on."

"What’s up with you today? There are no outsiders here. If there’s anything upsetting you, say it and you’ll feel better."

"Nothing." Lily raised her hand slightly, staring at the wine glass illuminated by light, "Just thinking that one should enjoy life to the fullest."

After saying this, she turned her gaze to Lucy, "Sister-in-law."

"Hmm?"

"What’s the biggest difference between being married and not being married?"

Lucy replied with a smile, "Not being married means being single, doing what you want. Being married means having someone to take care of you."

Then she couldn’t help but glance at Jacob, "A little jealousy might spill over."

Elijah chuckled aloud.

Lily bent her eyebrows in a smile, "I want to get married too. I’m going to attend the matchmaking party this October to look for my perfect match."

Jacob expressed support, "Sure, all the participants are millionaire bachelors."

"Yes, they’re all successful in their careers." Lily nodded, "As for their character, you’ll know after interacting a bit. The most beautiful age for a woman is in her twenties. I want to get married before I’m thirty. Love is a luxury; not everyone will have it, and you can’t force it. I’ve figured that out."

"It’s a significant life decision, so you should be careful. You’re only a year older than me, and I don’t have a girlfriend either, so don’t rush."

"Elijah, why don’t you have a girlfriend?"

Elijah touched his nose, looking embarrassed, "I’m too busy with work. I don’t like women in the entertainment circle and have no opportunity to meet outside, so I’ve stayed single."

"You don’t have the opportunity to meet people outside the circle, but your fans are all from outside the circle, and they know you. Why not get to know someone from them?"

"How could that be? As such an outstanding young man, I can’t just sleep with my fans. With so many fans, how could I manage? I’d end up drinking energy drinks every day."

Lily laughed, "You’re the master of sarcastic humor."

Seeing her laugh, everyone relaxed significantly too.

With Elijah there, the atmosphere never gets awkward.

There was singing and dancing, providing Lucy with quite an entertaining show.

At eleven o’clock, when they were ready to leave the private room, Jacob received a call from Nathaniel, saying that he and Lucy were photographed by paparazzi, who contacted him to ask if it was Mrs. Green, which he confirmed.

The couple quickly went online to check, seeing the news headline: [Jacob Green passionately kisses a woman in a car for four minutes and fifty seconds; confirmation from a subordinate that it’s Mrs. Green!]

The photo showed them kissing passionately on the way to Number Nine Residence.

Luckily, because Jacob’s hand was gently caressing her cheek, her face wasn’t captured.

The content was brief, mainly expressing surprise that Jacob Green had such a fervent side, which was rare, indicating the couple’s strong and affectionate relationship.

For fear of being photographed again, Jacob, Lily, Elijah, and the agent left together, while Lucy stayed behind for a while before leaving.

Alone in the private room, Lucy looked through the news out of boredom. The Presidential Mansion issued a statement, acknowledging Laura as Stellan Quinn. Due to her false identity behavior, the Presidential Mansion has ordered the registry office to cancel the false identity of Stellan Quinn, reverting her to her original self, and she can no longer use Laura’s identity.

Furthermore, she was expelled from the Presidential Mansion, never to enter again.

Seeing this news, Lucy felt somewhat relieved, but she didn’t let her guard down at all.

She put on her headphones, carefully listening to the recordings from the tracker.

As expected, Grace Hughes didn’t leave; it was only Stellan Quinn who departed.

Listening to the recording of what Stellan Quinn said to Grace Hughes, Lucy couldn’t help but find it amusing.

She said, "Grace, since I’m not here, you have to help me keep an eye on Your Highness and Flora."

Grace replied with deep affection, "You’re not in the Presidential Mansion; as your good friend, I must help you keep an eye on them."

"Then I can rest assured."

Rest assured?

Lucy smiled slightly; such naïveté.

Now that Stellan Quinn has left the Presidential Mansion, Grace Hughes shouldn’t dream of plotting anything inside either.

This matter needs Flora to take action; getting Grace Hughes out of the Presidential Mansion won’t be difficult.

Lucy took off her headphones and put them in her bag, checking the time, almost ready.

She put on her mask and left the private room.

As she entered the elevator, a man in black followed her in.

Lucy glanced at the man beside her.

The man was wrapped up tightly, wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses.

She suddenly remembered the black-clad man she had unintentionally seen on the third-floor railing during the hospital incident with eight thugs.

Same outfit.

Looking more closely, she could almost confirm it was the same person.

Lucy’s internal alarm bells rang, her hand quietly reaching into her bag, grasping the Fire Meteor, ready to act if he made any threatening move.

However, he stood there motionless, and when the elevator reached the first floor, he walked out first.

Could it be that I was just overthinking?

Lucy zipped up her bag and followed him out.

She got into a taxi and headed home.

The man in black stared in the direction she left for a few dozen seconds before retracting his gaze and turning to get into a car to leave.

——

Flora was about to fall asleep in bed when Arthur arrived.

"Stellan Quinn is gone. Are you happy?"

"Are you suggesting that her leaving is my handiwork?"

"Isn’t it?"

"Of course not. I don’t even have freedom; what can I do?"