"You’re right! When he came, this loser probably thought he was sure to win Sabrina!"
"Lucas, he’s gonna be your biggest competitor!"
The women around Sabrina kept talking.
When I heard this, I turned to look at Lucas beside me.
No wonder he had disliked me since we met. It turned out he had feelings for Sabrina.
Lucas smiled upon hearing this and said, "Ladies, how could I be worthy of Miss Hartwell? I only requested to always be by her side eventhough she has got married later—that's enough!"
Lucas looked at Sabrina and said with a smile, "After all, I'm not worthy of a woman like her. Only the sons of the richest families are worthy of her!"
While I listened to their conversation, a sneer escaped me.
Sabrina and his male assistant were having an affair, yet she still wanted to marry into a wealthy family.
How could a truly wealthy family marry a woman like this?
"Lucas, don't say that. You're actually quite good!"
Hearing this, Sabrina exclaimed, "At least, much better than this loser!"
As she spoke, she looked at me with disgust and said, "Loser, why don't you kneel down and beg me?"
"That's right, kneel down quickly and beg Sabrina, or you'll have to pay for this vase!"