Chapter 1440 - 1439: The Morgan Family Is No Match for Him

Chapter 1440: Chapter 1439: The Morgan Family Is No Match for Him

"Ah, impossible!" Francesca Lewis shuddered. Impossible, how could Ava Morgan possibly end up in jail.

"Mrs. Morgan, it’s true..."

The waiter had just started when Francesca Lewis, already trembling with rage, swung a slap down: "Bitch! If it’s true, I’ll have people shut down your whole café—"

"Ava is the Morgan Family’s precious jewel. The Morgans will never let you people off easy."

...

After hitting the café staff, Francesca Lewis left surrounded by Bodyguards, got into the luxury car, still fuming.

"Madam." The Maid tried to soothe her, "Please calm down. That shameless Bennett only knows how to seduce the President and has dragged our young miss down with him. You losing your temper now won’t help, it won’t solve anything."

If Ava Morgan had been arrested on an ordinary day, it would be easy to handle.

But right now!?

The one messing with her now is His Excellency the President.

Usually, Francesca Lewis just has to throw a huge sum of money at it and she can pull Ava Morgan out without breaking a sweat.

Now it’s tricky!

The one targeting Ava Morgan over there is the President, so even if she throws money around, no one dares take it; they might even get the bureau chief dragged down.

Who isn’t afraid of losing their iron rice bowl.

Losing the job is still the smaller issue, but now!?

If they help the Morgan Family and casually let Ava Morgan out, then the ones who won’t have it easy will be them.

"What do we do now, Madam?"

"What can we do? Go to the detention center first and see. I heard Ava got scalded with hot coffee—if it splashed on her face and disfigured her, wouldn’t her life be over! Drive faster!" Francesca Lewis urged, frantic.

She wished she could thrash the driver right now just to vent her anger.

That little bitch Eva Nightingale, just you wait!

She’d just dealt with one Isabelle Coldwell—damn~~~ woman—who hadn’t managed to marry into the Morgan Family as she’d wished, and she thought the Morgans would finally be peaceful. Who knew that halfway through another Eva Nightingale would pop up; Francesca Lewis was practically dying of rage.

She would definitely find a way to teach her a brutal lesson in the future.

*

One hour later.

Eva Nightingale was already limp all over, slumped in Lucas Knight’s arms.

All because she wanted to leave and he wouldn’t let her, so they’d been deadlocked like that. In the end he compromised and said, "I’ll go."

But he said he’d go, didn’t he?

So why isn’t he gone yet!?

"Why are you still here?"

"You’re sitting on me. How am I supposed to go?" he answered.

Eva Nightingale bit her lip. "Then I won’t sit. I’ll get off you, and you can get the hell out..." As she spoke, she shifted her body, moving out of his embrace.

They were still in the car. The driver didn’t dare say a word and had no idea where he was supposed to drive.

As soon as they got in, Lucas Knight hadn’t said where to go either!

So the driver asked, "Mr. President, where should I drive to?"

He’d just replied coldly, "Anywhere."

Anywhere!

So the driver just drove randomly, circling around the Sovereign Capital’s city center. When he really had no idea where to go, he just kept wandering. An hour passed, and they’d already looped around the city center several times.

"Okay, I’m not sitting on you anymore!" Eva Nightingale moved away from him, then shouted at the driver, "Sir, could you please stop the car? I want to get out."

"Don’t stop. Keep driving—"

The driver: "...Young Madam, Crown Prince, am I stopping or driving?"

"Stop—"

"Drive—"

After a beat, Eva Nightingale looked at him. "Why won’t you let me get out of the car? I’m hungry."