**"What do you want?"**
Lucas took a sip of tea from the cup on the desk, his cold gaze lifting to meet Ryan's.
**"There's something I need to confirm with you.
How is You Beauty doing?"**
Ryan cut straight to the point, his tone devoid of emotion, his expression unreadable as he stared back at Lucas.
At the mention of Beauty, Lucas's anger flared.
His lips pressed into a thin line, his sharp brows furrowing deeply.
The reaction made Ryan's heart tighten with unease—had something happened to her?
His own expression hardened, his gaze boring into Lucas's icy face as he waited for an answer.
"Why do you care so much about my wife?"
The unexpected counter-question caught Ryan off guard.
"I came to apologize on behalf of Nathalie," he replied quickly.
"What she did was wrong, and I've already reprimanded her."
Lucas let out a cold scoff, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.
"Do you really think a simple 'sorry' can make up for what happened?
