Sherry's words were slurred and rambling.
With no danger around, she let herself get completely drunk.
Everyone watched as Sherry kept tugging at Lucas' sleeve.
Their eyes widened in disbelief—she must have a death wish, right?
She actually dared to pull Lucas' sleeve like that, especially with hands that had just been eating. They must have imagined it.
A dark stain now marked Lucas' crisp white shirt, the kind that always stayed spotless.
Worse still, Lucas was about to leave. With the situation urgent and him needing to head out right away, there was no time to change.
This should have pushed him into a furious rage.
Was Sherry doomed for sure?
None of them said it out loud.
It had already shocked them all that Lucas had brought a woman he cared about. From what they knew of him, the only woman who suited him was someone calm and well-behaved, the kind of gentle partner he'd see as truly special.
They'd always thought Selena was the perfect fit.
Instead, here was this woman throwing a childish fit.
She was probably just putting on a show to let everyone see she was Lucas' favorite.
It made sense—there were far too many beautiful women in the room to even introduce one by one.
She must have been scared of losing her place.
Lucas was definitely going to put her in her place, maybe even dunk her face in the soup to sober her up.
And then—
Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
Their ruthless, almost monstrous boss was... smiling?
The tiny curve of his lips looked to them like the kind of smirk that spelled certain death. In all the time they'd known him, if Lucas smiled, someone was guaranteed to suffer.
That was how it always went.
But instead, he spoke in a shockingly gentle voice, "Don't worry. I'll be back tonight."
They blinked hard, rubbing their eyes until they stung.
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