A trace of anger surfaced on Lucas's stunned face, but he immediately saw Charlotte picking up her bathrobe anxiously before starting to wail like a child. He instantly curbed his anger.
"You have the wrong idea. I'll call your sister over."
"Y-you still have the cheek to call my sister to come… You bastard…"
Lucas didn't bother paying attention to her again. He simply called Cheyenne and told her the address of the Luxe.
Lucas originally wanted Jordan to go and pick her up, but she had been extremely worried at home for a long time. Now that she had received some news about her younger sister, how could she continue waiting? She simply said that she would call a cab and rush over immediately.
Lucas asked Jordan to wait for Cheyenne downstairs so that she wouldn't run into some idiots when arriving at the club.
Soon after, Cheyenne rushed up from downstairs under Jordan's escort.
"Where's Charlotte?" Cheyenne asked worriedly.