At this moment, Lucas could no longer suppress his fury.
He grabbed Beauty's wrist and yanked her toward the exit.
No matter how she struggled, it was futile.
"Lucas, she has the right to choose her own happiness.
You have no right to interfere!"
Lucas narrowed his sharp eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them as he turned to Dyson with a cold smirk.
"I'm her husband.
If I don't have the right to make her happy, then does the man who abandoned her?"
The words struck Dyson like a slap.
His face paled, his jaw muscles twitching violently as if his pride had been dragged into the harsh light of day.
Beauty bit her lip, unsure of what to say.
No matter how she defended herself now, Lucas would only see betrayal—her sneaking around with another man.
If explanations would only make things worse, why bother?
"What's wrong?
Did I hit a nerve? Or did I bruise your fragile male ego?" Lucas sneered.
