Her Fault

Having figured it out, Joanne did not want to go home anymore. She tugged at Samuel's sleeve and shouted, "I think Zoey's right, Samuel. It's that b*tch Lucille's fault that I got injured. I should ask her to be my slave to make up for it!" "Joanne, don't kick up a fuss. It's more important that you recover," he warned. "No, no!" Joanne shook Samuel's arm and whined, "I'm injured so badly, Samuel. Don't you feel sorry for me at all? Besides, I just want Lucille to do something for me. It's not like I'm hurting her. With how reluctant you are, it almost seems like you still care about Lucille." That last sentence caused several people, including Zoey, to stare at Samuel. There was an inquisitive look in everyone's eyes. Samuel could not help but shake his head. He still cared about Lucille? Hmph. What a joke! Samuel immediately replied, "Okay." Then, he ordered his two bodyguards to bring Lucille over. After thinking about it, Samuel felt that two were not enough, so he instructed, "Tak