LUCAS’ POV

I clenched my fist as I tried to suppress my anger, my father completely ignored me and was having a conversation with Samantha– was that a smile I saw on her face? The nerve!

"Are you going to keep standing or you're still deciding whether to come join us… Aha! The chef is here," he raised his brows as he looked over me.

The chef came in and served Samantha,

"Enjoy your meal," the chef smiled at her and pushed back the trolley with varieties. I wanted to bring down the whole building but not in front of Samantha, I didn't want to cause a scene in front of her.

She was about to take a bite of the beef Wellington, when I angrily walked over to her and gripped her by the hands.

"We're leaving this instant!" I said, pulling her up.

My father looked at me. If he was surprised I couldn't tell, but he said, "Lucas, what do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

I shook my head, he still hasn't seen any wrong in what he did! "Dad, we're leaving!" I said, trying hard not to raise my voice.

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