Chapter 270

But honestly, if you look at it from another angle, maybe it's not totally a bad thing either. Fiona stared at Lydia, trying hard to figure out whether her mom was being serious or just messing with her. Lydia gave her a comforting smile and added, "But hey, at least he cares enough to lie to you." "Wait, Mom... What's that supposed to mean?" Fiona asked, totally lost. Lydia let out a sigh. "Oh, honey... that's just how men are. But they only turn into smooth-talking liars in front of the women they actually like." She knew men far too well—if she didn't, she wouldn't have been able to rise from the mistress to where she was now. Pity she still got played by that old fox in the end. Good thing she was smart enough to plan ahead; otherwise, her cushy life could have ended right there. "Keep things going with him," Lydia said, patting Fiona gently on the shoulder. "Okay." Fiona gave a small nod, kind of getting what her mom meant. — That evening, inside a private room at the Velvet Lante