Beauty froze, momentarily at a loss for words against his argument.
Then her lips pursed into a slight pout.
"Seeing is believing.
I clearly saw you hugging and kissing that Cassandra.
Are you saying my eyes were playing tricks on me?"
Lucas let out a soft chuckle, pulling her firmly into his arms.
"Sometimes what the eyes see isn't necessarily the truth," he murmured close to her ear.
"She did kiss me, but I hadn't even processed it before you showed up.
I can only say your timing was... impeccable."
Beauty arched an elegant brow and pushed him away.
"So what you mean is, Drake and I shouldn't have shown up then, ruining your moment with Miss Cassandra?
Well, let me tell you, from now on I'll know my place.
I won't casually enter your office anymore.
Even if I need to go in, I'll knock first—wouldn't want to interrupt President Marson's important affairs again!"
Lucas released a long sigh, his sharp eyes darkening slightly.
