Lucille spread out her hands. "What else? Give me everything."
"There's nothing! I only stole one thing from you!"
"I didn't say that it was mine." Lucille gave him a half-smile. "Which big shot did you steal from to get chased like this? I bet the one chasing you is hot on your trail, right?"
Nolan's face instantly turned pale. Then, he hurriedly reached into his pocket and took out a coat of arms, saying, "This is for you. Let me go, please! If Mr. Kylian comes after me, I will lose my life!"
Kylian?
So, it turned out that the coat of arms belonged to Kylian.
Lucille raised her eyebrows. The patterns on the coat of arms were overlapping and complicated. There was an indescribable pressure to it as if it represented a certain level of authority.
No wonder Nolan was being hunted down.
He had the guts to touch something that belonged to Kylian.
Lucille held the coat of arms in her hand and asked, "Who told you to steal it?"