Chapter - 49.1
"She won't tell the truth that easily," Lucius muttered to himself. He knew her type, she was cunning, evil, and always pretending to be innocent.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he spotted a room service boy passing by with a half-finished drinks tray. Lucius didn't hesitate.
"Hey," he called out the boy with a wave.
The boy stopped and greeted Lucius with a pleasant smile, "Can I help you, sir?"
But Lucius just grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the tray without asking, "Thanks," he muttered, giving the boy a cheeky smile, "Now off you go."
And when the boy was gone, standing in the hallway, he uncorked the bottle and took a few long gulps. The burn hit his throat, it was refreshing.
Then he splashed a little on his shirt and collar, then ran his fingers through his hair, making it messy. He loosened two buttons on his shirt and let his shoulders slump.
He looked like a man who had been drinking too much. He looked like someone emotional and vulnerable.
