Chapter 465 The Slick Guy

It was hard to miss someone who was easy on the eyes. He leaned against a white sports car, his composed gaze fixed on me, and the cigarette in his hand glowed against the evening's gray, like a ghostly flame flickering with silent menace. I was ready for that, knowing he would track me down sooner or later. So when I saw him, I did not freak out. I was not scared, not one bit. Gregory did not push me to head for the border, but I knew Lucas would show up eventually. I was in no rush. "Yvette, it's been a while," he called out, flicking his cigarette away with a smirk, watching me from afar. It's been a while! I have heard that a lot lately, each person saying it with their own spin, their own mood. However, coming from him, it just rubbed me the wrong way. Had it really been that long? It felt like just a blink, barely two weeks. Why did it seem like ages? I eyed him, breaking the silence with a tone that was neither icy nor warm, "You showed up way sooner than I thought you w