To everyone's surprise, it was Drake who showed up, making Lucas so furious that he nearly grabbed the files on his desk and hurled them at the man's face.
Just moments ago, the air had been thick with tension, the office filled with an almost suffocating, intimate atmosphere.
But now, his good mood has been utterly ruined by this unwelcome intruder.
A vein throbbed visibly on Lucas's forehead as he clenched his fists.
"You two take your time. I'm leaving."
Though Beauty was grateful that Drake's timely arrival had saved her from an awkward situation, it didn't erase the fact that he was, in her eyes, still a scumbag.
With a cold glare in his direction, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Now, only the two men remained in the vast office, the atmosphere between them turning unbearably tense.
Watching Beauty's retreating figure, Drake frowned, his sharp brows knitting together.
"What's gotten into her?
Did you bully her again?
