Vilnius' top Western restaurant.

In the center of the spacious and bright lobby, there are occasional melodious classical music, exquisite crystal chandeliers, delicate roses on the tables, and waiters who speak fluent English coming and going.

Lucia should not have had the chance to come to this place now, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Tara made an appointment with her, which forced her to postpone her search for a house and come to the appointment.

When Mrs.Tara first saw Lucia, she was really surprised. She didn't expect that the girl who was rumored to be so bad had clear and bright water-cut eyes. What was most surprising was that Lucia looked very much like herself when she was young.

It's been a long time since I saw such a charming girl, but... What a pity.

"Miss Lucia, I'm so presumptuous to ask you out. I hope you don't mind. These are the truffles flown in from France this morning. Have a taste."

Lucia remained silent and looked at Mrs.Tara with a tender gaze for a long time, her mind full of twists and turns. There must be something fishy about being attentive for no reason.

She didn't think she had any friendship with Mrs.Tara. Even if she had verified her identity in her previous life, there had been no communication between them.

Seeing Lucia calm and composed, Mrs.Tara couldn't hold back her smile and picked up the red wine beside her, "Truffles should go with..."

"1982 Lafayette, I know, Mrs.Tara, just speak your mind." Lucia numbly uttered, her eyes piercing through. In her previous life, she had heard it at least thirty times.

For a moment, Mrs.Tara felt as if she had been seen through by the girl. Why would a twenty-year-old girl have such a look?

She put down her knife and fork, and with her slender fingers, she calmly took out a gold card and handed it to Lucia. "I know you used some means to get Faye's character. Since you did it for the money, I'll give it to you. There are 500,000 in the card, enough for you to spend for a long time. Return Faye's character."

Lucia laughed suddenly, with a strong sense of sarcasm at the corners of her mouth, but in her heart... As if grabbed by a pair of big hands.

"Isn't it in your eyes that all the roles, all the benefits are Faye's, and if anyone gets them, they get them through cheating and swindling? Only she is the beloved white lotus, and we are all black-heart and black-lung gold diggers?

So powerful, why doesn't she go up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"

It was the same in the previous life. Whenever they talked to their mother about Faye, they couldn't hold back their temper, like two hedgehogs fighting each other.

When has Mrs.Tara ever been scolded like this, especially with her precious daughter?

She was so angry that her face turned pale and she jumped up from the table. "You are so ill-mannered. I would have done my best to persuade you and give you money. Otherwise, with my House of Chandler wealth, it would have been a phone call to kick you out of the production.

I asked, you slept in a hotel before getting the role, right? You're so young and not on the right track, you have some underhanded tricks. I don't know how your parents taught you."

Lucia held the goblet tightly, her heart aching with a heavy throb, and looked up at will, forcing back the tears that were about to fall.

"Yeah, you're right. I have no parents, so I have no upbringing. No one taught me how to be a person, never." The voice was calm, calm as if it had nothing to do with me. But Mrs.Tara felt a strange sense of heartache.

Lark could have an affair with a man in front of the thirteen-year-old, or drive her out of the house in the ice and snow to fend for herself. When she was starving, she would run to a restaurant to steal leftovers. When she was thirsty, she had no money and could only drink tap water at McDonald's.

All these years she has lived alone, the only person who has ever given her warmth is that man, but she can't even remember his name or appearance, leaving only a pair of shoes.

What was her biological mother doing at that time? Hugging Faye's shoulder affectionately and teaching her to play the piano hand in hand? Or inviting the best dance experts to teach Faye to dance, or traveling around the world with her?

Now, the role she got on her own is still subject to criticism.

Seeing Lucia unmoved, instead mocking her, Mrs.Tara was furious: "You really..."

"Don't even think about it. I got this role with my talent. Why should I give it away? Faye wants to take it from me. It's all about acting.

At such a young age, if one doesn't follow the right path, they will only bully others by taking advantage of their power. I really don't know how she managed to teach this. Lucia used the same irony, a smile on her lips covering the bleeding hole in her heart.

Perhaps for the rest of her life she will never escape the fate of being despised by her loved ones.

Mrs.Tara didn't expect this girl, who was good-looking and seemingly gentle, to have such a mouth... Poisonous.

"Don't blame me for not eating the toast." Mrs.Tara couldn't swallow her breath at all. With a "pop", the banknotes hit the table and she left angrily.

Watching Mrs.Tara's back as she left, Lucia looked at the money and roses on the table and slumped in her chair as if she had fought a battle. Her mother didn't love her...

Her mind was empty for more than ten minutes, and guests came and went around, but she turned into a numb sculpture. The ringtone of her phone brought her back to her mind. Looking closely, it was the director calling.

"Lucia, I'm sorry. After our consultation, it's decided that the role of Princess Wendy doesn't suit you, that... Let's work together again next time we have the chance."

Lucia felt as if struck by lightning. "Wait a moment, director. Wasn't my audition very successful?"

She was so confident in her acting that there was only one possibility...

"Lucia, you're the most talented actor I've ever seen, but just a bit unlucky." The director said with great regret.

Lucia understood, and she was too lazy to struggle, looking out of the window at the bright sunshine, but her heart was colder than winter snow.

It must have been done by her mother. The bond between them is so deep that no one can sever it. Her mother could have sacrificed herself for Faye.

Did she deserve to be abandoned just because she was viciously taken away by Lark? She is the mother's daughter, she... Mom's love is all her own.

Faye, taking her place, is unbearable.

One day, she's going to step onto the door of House of Chandler with all her might.

Glancing at the red wine at the table, she boldly opened it and gulped it down herself, with a faint bitterness in her mouth and in her heart.

Now she just wants to numb herself with alcohol.

Her clear eyes began to blur, and she felt a bit like going to the toilet after drinking too much. She picked up her bag and staggered to the bathroom.

Ladies' restroom or men 'restroom.

Without a doubt, she pushed open the door of the men's restroom, her steps swaying slightly.

One of the men who was using the toilet was stunned when he saw a woman come in and accidentally spilled it on his crotch.

Lucia greeted with a smile, "Sir, you are rather unseemly."

Oh my God, who on earth is being unseemly?

Are female hooligans so good-looking these days?

"Ah!" The man screamed, not knowing, thinking some murder had happened.

This is what Steven saw when he entered the bathroom, his eyes flashing sharp, and he shouted at the man in a low voice, "Get out."

Did the woman know what she was doing? If she hadn't come in herself, how long would she have wanted to stare at that man?

With only two people left in the empty bathroom, Lucia, with a flushed little face, went to a squat and took off her pants.

Steven: "..."

"Click" the door was opened again, and a man in a suit walked in. Steven quickly stood behind Lucia to prevent her springtime from leaking out.

The man came in, startled by the close bodies of the two men in front of him. "It's too open. play in the bathroom."

People nowadays are really thrilling.

Steven's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, exuding a strong sense of oppression. "If you've had enough, get out. Otherwise, you'll be cleaning the toilets for the rest of your life."

Soon the bodyguards carried him out, and Steven ordered the bathroom to be temporarily sealed off. Looking down at Lucia's flushed cheeks, she was already pretty, and she was even more pretty when drunk.

"How much red wine did you drink to make yourself like this?"

"Not much." Lucia waved three fingers and frowned in confusion, "Sir, why did you come to my place to use the toilet? Could it be that the restrooms in this restaurant can be shared by both men and women?"

She had heard of hot springs shared by men and women in Japan, but she had never heard of more open shared restrooms in the country.

Steven blushed and pressed her head against his chest in a clear voice, "What on earth happened?"