Lucien's voice was low and gentle, yet Cynthia scoffed inwardly. She wasn't about to believe a single word.
Lucien seemed to sense her displeasure. Before she could even respond, he let go of her hand and said firmly, "If you lose this job because of me, so be it. I'll start a magazine just for you. I'll fund it, and you'll be the editor-in-chief. That way, you can do whatever you want."
The more he spoke, the more passionate he became. "You belong to me now. If I ever catch you getting involved with another man, I'll make sure he regrets ever being born."
As he spoke, the memory of the charity gala flashed through his mind, reigniting his simmering anger. It seemed like he needed to have a word with Paul—make sure he understood that Cynthia was no longer just his employee.
Lucien's arrival had cast a heavy shadow over the room. Everyone felt the pressure, sneaking glances at him before quickly lowering their heads, pretending to focus on their work.
Cynthia burned with frustration. L
