Your Fiance

Lucille did not leave the dining room until Joseph's car had gone far away. She sat on the sofa in the living room and randomly pressed the remote control. The television immediately lit up. Madam Dahlia came back inside. With a condemning tone, she nagged, "Mr. Joseph is your fiance, Miss Jules. Why didn't you go out and see him off?" "It's all an act," Lucille replied nonchalantly. "Huh?" Madam Dahlia didn't hear her clearly. She took two more steps forward and asked, "Miss Jules, what did you just say?" "Nothing." Lucille stretched, then gave some instructions. "Madam Dahlia, please prepare another bedroom right next to mine. Make it all pink. Buy some squirrel plushies, pillows, bags, and cups. Oh, right. Get some watermelon-flavored lollipops, too." Those were the things Molly liked the most. If Joseph's subordinates were efficient enough, Molly's whereabouts would likely be found within the next two days. "Understood." Madam Dahlia did not ask anything this time and simply answer