Under the dim yellow light of the corridor, Lucas's dark eyes froze momentarily.
His fists clenched tightly, yet his expression remained unreadable.
After a few seconds of silence, he let out a cold scoff.
"It seems Mrs. Anthony is dead set on opposing me, Lucas."
Drake lips curled into a sly smirk as he murmured, "That Mrs. Anthony must be trying to secure the title of 'Mrs. Marson' for her daughter.
This time, she's really dug her own grave."
The mere thought that this Mrs. Anthony was none other than Ryan's mother made Drake grin widen, his gaze shifting to Lucas with undisguised amusement.
Nick, trembling with fear, stammered out, "President Marson, President Drake—I swear, this has nothing to do with me!
It was all Mrs. Anthony's doing!
I had no idea she was your woman—if I'd known, I wouldn't have dared lay a finger on her even if you gave me a hundred more guts!"
Lucas's icy gaze sharpened as he sneered, "You'd better pray I never see you again.
