She stared blankly at her phone, her mind frozen for a few seconds before her fingers flew over the screen to fire back a reply.
In the conference room, Lucas glanced at his phone, his usually stoic face breaking into an unexpected chuckle.
Manager Taylor froze mid-presentation. "Mr. Hilton… Did I say something wrong? Did I make you laugh?"
Lucas immediately schooled his features, his voice clipped. "Nothing. Continue. I'm listening."
On his screen, Sophia's reply glared at him in bold letters: [Go to hell!!!]
He smirked faintly and typed back:
[Heaven knows I'm innocent here.]
Almost instantly, another message popped up.
[Why don't you go eat shit instead?!]
Lucas arched a brow. His wife had quite the temper.
Before he could respond, another text buzzed in:
[Your uncle's pounding at the door. Should I open it?]
Aiden had timed it perfectly—Lucas was tied up at the office.
