In the room next door, Lucas Walker stood by the window, frowning.
He stared at the city outside, then suddenly turned around and swept everything off the desk, causing papers and pens to clatter to the floor.
He couldn't figure it out, just couldn't understand...
He had thought that this time, both families could sit down together and discuss the marriage, but who would have expected it to turn out this way.
When dawn broke the next day, how would he face Ivana Bennett?
There was a knock at the door.
Lucas spoke irritably, "Who is it?"
"Your Grace, it's me, Mike." The voice of his assistant Mike came from outside the door.
"Come in!"
Mike pushed the door open, saw the scattered items on the floor, paused for a moment, but didn't dare to ask; he just stepped forward and placed a stack of documents on the desk.
