The entire dining hall fell into a deathly, suffocating silence. Lucien stood a short distance away, his grip tightening around the water bottle until the plastic folded. He simply stared at her, his mind temporarily blanking out. Then, his brows knit together. "Why?" Nova didn't flinch under his pressure. She merely tilted her head, a cold, mocking smirk playing on her lips. "Why do you think, Mr. Delacroix?" Lucien remained silent, his gray eyes searching her face for any sign of a hysterical tantrum. Finding none, his voice dropped. "Is this because of Gwen?" He stood tall and straight, his powerful aura filling the room. His voice was deep and steady, without a hint of guilt. Instead, it carried the displeasure of a superior being. Nova’s gaze lowered slightly, a faint, incredibly beautiful laugh escaping her lips. "No." "Are you truly going to divorce over a trashy news report, Nova?" Nova looked up at him this time. He was testing her. As the head of the Delacroix Group,
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