Kapitel 417: All are men_1

"Either sooner or later works," Morris Jackson replied to her.

Lyra Smith suggested, "How about earlier then? What about eight... well, nine o'clock?"

"That's fine."

If she could, she would leave the villa and head down Autumn Canal Mountain right now, not wanting to stay here for a second more. She didn't express her extreme dislike for the place, but the subtle expressions in her face gave her away. Morris noticed it and asked her, "You really hate it here that much?"

"No, I don't," she adamantly denied.

Morris coldly said, "There are no outsiders here, just say what you want to say."

Lyra pursed her lips warily and glanced at him.

At least before she could successfully leave the place, she couldn't reveal too much. However, if she didn't seem genuine, Uncle surely would think she was trying to fool him...