Blackstone Manor.
Lucas pushed open the door, and Mrs. Wilson hurried over, lowering her voice.
"Sir, Mr. Aiden and his entire family are here—with their lawyer."
"Lucas, you're finally back!"
Aiden's face was dark as coal.
The living room was packed—every sofa occupied by people dressed to impress but radiating greed.
Lucas frowned slightly. He had a rule.
"I remember saying this before—when you're in my house, you follow my rules. You're all sitting on my furniture like that? You're filthy. Who told you to sit down?"
He had a serious case of OCD when it came to his space.
Sophia raised an eyebrow from beside him, remembering how they'd played tricks on her earlier.
There were easily more than a dozen of them—men and women alike. The Hilton family had too many branches, and all of them were here for one reason: money.
