Betrayed by Blood: My Second Life as a Queen novel Chapter 275

On the other side of town, Willow had just dropped Adelina and Tabitha off at their homes when she bumped straight into Lucian.

She looked slightly confused. "What are you doing here?"

Lucian smiled softly. "Adelina messaged me and asked me to come pick you up."

Willow muttered, "That was pretty considerate of her."

But it made sense. Adelina was older, more mature, and naturally paid attention to the details.

Willow climbed into the passenger seat, looking utterly defeated, her mind entirely consumed by the missing invitation.

According to Adelina's information, the banquet started in barely three hours. With time running out, where was she supposed to find that vanished invitation?

While she possessed elite hacking skills, the problem was that all of Silas Yale's data was heavily encrypted. Even if Willow successfully bypassed the security, she couldn't guarantee she would leave zero traces.

If she got caught, she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it.

Furthermore, when dealing with her parents' old friend, Willow fundamentally despised the idea of resorting to such extreme measures.

Lucian's gaze drifted over her face. When Willow frowned, the normally sharp edges of her eyes softened, shedding their aggressive brightness. In its place was a vulnerability that instantly triggered a protective instinct.

She looked so incredibly sweet and cute.

Lucian's Adam's apple bobbed. In that wholly inappropriate moment... he wanted to kiss her.

He felt despicable. From the very beginning, his connection with Willow wasn't just a communion of souls—it was an intense, physical desire.

But the essence of love was restraint, not indulgence.

Lucian fought down the urge and asked her in a gentle voice, "Are you stressing over the situation with Mr. Yale?"

Willow's eyes went wide in surprise, staring at him like a startled kitten. "How did you know?"

Had this man planted bugs on her? That shouldn't be possible! If there was any spyware or tracking software on her phone, she would have found it immediately!

Under her suspicious glare, Lucian let out a helpless laugh. "Just how evil do you think I am?"

"I wouldn't say evil," Willow mumbled internally. Just totally ruthless and completely manipulative...

After all, in her past life, Lucian's reputation had been far from pristine. Her very first impression of him was that he was an incredibly scheming man who would utterly destroy people without batting an eye.

Lucian knew exactly what she wasn't saying. Taking advantage of the red light, he gave her head an affectionate, exasperated ruffle.

Willow instantly bristled. "You messed up my hair!"

Lucian said, "Perfect timing. We're getting you a new style anyway."

Willow blinked, completely lost. Was this how billionaire heirs solved problems? Simple, blunt, and straight to the point.

Still in a daze, Willow was whisked away to an exclusive styling salon. The styling team Lucian had arranged was incredibly famous—the kind of professionals who couldn't be hired with just money. Even VIPs had to book them months in advance.

She had no idea where Lucian had pulled them from.

Willow was gently pushed into a chair and obediently let them work on her hair.

Then, realizing something, she tilted her head to look at Lucian. "Why am I getting a makeover!?"

Only asking now—her cluelessness was almost endearing.

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