He softly spoke, "I understand. Rest now, give the phone to Mark."
Ivana handed the phone back to Mark, Lucas Walker instructed him with some matters, and then ended the call.
He put his cell phone in his pocket and took strides toward the office door.
"Prepare the plane immediately, I have to fly to New York."
The butler and assistant hadn't reacted yet when a woman's pleasant yet cold and authoritative voice echoed from outside the door.
"Going to see that woman?"
Hearing this voice caused the butler and the assistant to frown.
They both could tell, it was Duchess Amanda's voice.
Everyone knew that at this time, Lucas Walker was angry. It was not a good time for the duchess to appear.
The office's carved wooden door was pushed open and Duchess Amanda, dressed in a light purple suit, walked in with furrowed brows.
The butler and assistant rushed forward, bowing to her.
Seeing his mother entering the room, Lucas Walker's face became increasingly grim.
