The two of them could only watch as Lucas left, each of them in agony.
Damn it!
Only Lao Luo looked up in the direction Lucas had gone, muttering, "Lucas... that name sounds familiar."
Although he had also been hit, it wasn't particularly severe.
Hu Wei, on the other hand...
He looked utterly beaten, his spirit almost gone.
His body, already weakened by drink and debauchery, and then struck with half of Lucas's strength, left him completely dazed.
"Damn it, I'm gonna have someone kill him!" Hu Wei roared.
His eyes were bloodshot.
If he didn't have this guy taken care of, how could he ever show his face in high society again?!
Especially after seeing his beloved car treated like that—the flames of anger were practically burning in his eyes.
Ring ring ring.
His phone rang.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Hu Wei fumbled for his phone and answered, "What do you want?!"
"Young Master Hu, the party's about to start. Why aren't you here yet?"
Hu Wei roared furiously into the phone, "Party my ass! I just got the shit beat out of me! Get lost!"
He hung up.
His heart was bleeding.
He had finally managed to get an invite to this party, one with lots of beautiful college girls.
A perfect chance to have some fun.
And this was how it ended.
Finding his father's number, Hu Wei decisively called.
"Hey, it's the middle of the night. Why are you calling me?!" A weary voice came from the other end.
The tone was resigned, even a bit irritated.
Even if it was his own son.
So useless.
Every day was just cleaning up after him.
"Dad, someone beat me up!" Hu Wei cried out.
"Huh?"
The person on the other end made a skeptical sound. "Who the hell did you piss off this time?"
"No, it wasn't me this time. I didn't start it," Hu Wei said weakly.
"You didn't start it?" Hu Wei's father's voice turned serious. "Then who hit you?!"
Although he held little hope for this son of his...
He was still his only heir.
He couldn't just not care.
Hu Wei hurriedly said, "He... he said his name is Lucas."
"Dad, you have to stand up for me! He smashed my car! Knocked out several of my teeth!"
Hu Wei played the victim card. His father always fell for this.
Especially with something this serious.
Whenever his bar fights or drugging women came to light in the past,
his father would always cover for him.
He thought it would be the same this time.
But after a moment of silence on the other end, the voice slowly said, "Get lost."
Beep, beep, beep!
The call was ruthlessly disconnected.
Hearing the dial tone, Hu Wei was completely dumbstruck.
What the hell?
The old man hung up on me?
Seeing this, Lao Luo beside him also frowned deeply, as if pondering the name 'Lucas'.
"Damn it! If you won't help me, I'll find someone myself!"
After a moment of stunned silence, Hu Wei clenched his teeth.
He directly dialed a number for someone called 'Brother Quan'.
"Brother Quan, I need you to help me deal with someone..."
After the fight, Lucas's anger still hadn't fully subsided.
Driving his car, he couldn't help but sigh. "Ah, still this same old temper. Can't ever just talk things out calmly."
"But at least I vented a little."
Where did this anger come from?
Of course, it was because of the way Adrien Lefèvre ordered him around.
It was the first time in his life someone had bossed him around like that.
"If I had the power, I'd beat up Adrien Lefèvre first," Lucas muttered. "Forget it, better deal with Ye Fan first."
But thinking it over, Lucas realized another problem.
That was...
He was still too weak right now.
It seemed he couldn't compare to the protagonist Ye Fan in anything—not in personal ability, not in wealth... Ye Fan even had Yang Tianhao backing him.
And himself?
Aside from Claire Dubois, whom he was currently stringing along, he only had the spare tire, Camille Laurent.
Claire was fine, but Camille...
Her feelings for Adrien Lefèvre ran deep. After all, in the original story, she was the type who would fight to the death for a dead man.
"Such devotion," Lucas sighed.
Claire was different.
Right now, her mind was only on making money, with no interest in romance at all.
Ye Fan?
As long as Lucas intercepted all his 'hero saves the beauty' scenarios, what could he do?
Absolutely nothing!
Soon, Lucas returned to Royal View Gardens.
He parked the car in the underground garage,
took the elevator up, and headed straight for a shower as soon as he got home.
3 AM.
Lucas lay in bed. A system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Changed original plot progression by 4%. Reward obtained: 500 Steadiness Points.]
[Ding! Gained +5 favorability from heroine Claire Dubois. Current character favorability: 30 (Ordinary). Steadiness Points +500!]
The prompts flashing in his mind left Lucas momentarily stunned.
This...
Claire's favorability really was crawling at a snail's pace.
Increasing by tiny bits.
And still just 'Ordinary'.
Not like Camille, who had already broken the 80-point barrier!
Perhaps because it was too easy, Lucas hadn't really focused on pursuing just one.
After all...
If he got tied down by one woman, how could he manage his whole 'fishing pond'?
"Forget it, no point thinking about it. Let things take their course." Lucas shook his head, closed the system interface, and went to sleep.
At the same time...
At the same time…
Downstairs at Imperial View Garden.
Camille Laurent was wearing a long black dress, her entire outfit tinged with darkness.
She sat on a bench in the residential area, staring blankly at the entrance.
"It's already three o'clock… why hasn't Lucas come back yet?"
Looking at the empty compound, her heart filled with endless loss—and a faint trace of regret.
"Could it be… because I let him go yesterday?"
"But I regret it."
All day yesterday, she had been at the company, reviewing her past obsessive behavior toward Adrien Lefèvre.
Sending money.Sending projects.
As long as it didn't threaten the development of the Laurent family, she had always been willing to give.
She just wanted more contact with Adrien.
But what was the result?
She gave everything.
And the result?
He took the benefits.
But he never gave her himself, and even made her feel that it was all only natural—something he took for granted."
Camille felt like such a fool.
This kind of behavior had a name online: "love-struck fool."
"Maybe... Lucas doesn't want to see me now either?"
Sitting on the bench, the look of loss in her beautiful eyes was plain to see.
"If he won't see me... then I'll go find him myself!"