Linton remained silent.
He shot Lucas a cold glare, his sharp gaze like a physical blade, and a scornful smile touched his lips.
“Got a lot of time on your hands?”
Well, he’d already crossed the line, might as well keep going. Lucas gave a quick, firm denial. “Not at all. I’m quite busy. Just last night, I was helping you deliver a birthday present to Ms. Hart.”
He thought for a moment, counting on his fingers. “Isn’t the young miss’s birthday coming up in a few days? Oh dear, I’ll be busy helping you send her a gift then, too. And after that, there’s Women’s Day, Mother’s Day, Children’s Day…”
“Wow, when you think about it, I’m incredibly busy. Really. Not a spare moment.”
Linton was speechless.
A bitter laugh escaped him. He stretched out a long leg, propping his foot on the coffee table, and draped an arm lazily over the back of the sofa. “You’ve gotten bold these past three years. Should I offer you my position? Maybe you’d like to be the CEO?”
That was a line he wouldn’t dare cross.
Lucas chuckled sheepishly. “No, no, that’s not necessary. Just remember to give me a bonus.” Helping him maintain this charade was tough. He’d lost a concerning amount of hair from stress over the past three years. A little something for emotional damages wasn't too much to ask.
Linton didn’t feel like wasting any more words on him. He lowered his gaze. “That’s enough. You can go.”
Seeing that Linton’s mind was made up and he had no intention of seeing Liliana, Lucas frowned, sighing internally.
Fine.
Linton was a stubborn man. The only person he’d ever yielded to was Liliana. No one else’s advice ever worked on him, and pushing too hard would only annoy him.
What a headache.

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