Aiden stormed in, fury written all over him.
"Uncle," Lucas greeted calmly.
"So you do remember I'm your uncle?" Aiden's voice dripped with challenge.
Unlike Andrew, who always lost his composure like some shrill shrew, Aiden still clung to the shell of refinement.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Uncle."
Lucas tilted his head, looking at him with the innocence of a lily—almost too pure, too harmless.
What was going on with him today? Normally, Lucas's eyes were sharp enough to kill. But right now… he actually looked innocent. Almost… fragile?
"I—"
Aiden choked on his words. Hilton Group belonged to Lucas. If Lucas wanted, he could crush him with one hand. And yet, resentment burned in his chest.
He still owned shares. And Lucas was just a cripple. He couldn't continue the Hilton bloodline. If he wasn't married by twenty-eight, the company had to be handed over.
