They were almost out of the police station when Royce glanced at Lance and teased, "Do you have a crush on that girl?"

Smiling faintly, Lance looked at his uncle before replying, “Uncle, please keep it a secret for me. Don't let my parents find out about it yet."

"You are old enough to start a family. If you are serious about her, then make a decision quickly and take her back to meet your parents,"

Royce said earnestly.

“I understand."

When they arrived at the gate, Lance opened the car door and said, “Uncle, take care."

Royce got into the passenger seat and said, “Go back and do your investigations. Come to my home for dinner one of these days."

"Sure."

After seeing off Royce, Lance returned to the Lounge.

Sabrina and Bettie were in the midst of a discussion.

Bettie only thought that Royce looked somewhat familiar to her, but when she heard what Sabrina said, she was surprised and pleased.

"I didn't expect a government official to be so approachable. But how did Lance know him?"

"You have to ask him."

Almost as if Sabrina had conjured him up, Lance appeared at the door of the lounge the second she spoke.

Bettie glanced at him and asked, “Hey, how do you know him?"

Leaning against the door, Lance folded his arms across his chest and smiled.

“What's my name?"

Bettie's lips twitched and she rolled her eyes at him. Gritting her teeth, she huffed, "Lance!"

"What's the matter?" Lance asked cheekily.

“How do you know that guy?"