Chapter 130

Four hours had passed and Lucien hadn't heard news from the two people he had expected to hear back from. Ivory was one of them, and considering how things had turned out before she left, he couldn't help but worry that she had decided not to return, made uncomfortable by his presence. At that moment, Elias's words replayed in his mind- Ivory was going to leave him the moment she found out how he truly was like- and abruptly, the tapping of his finger against the table, came to a stop. "Shit," he muttered, lowering his head and sighing. Why the hell were things suddenly spiraling out of control? Why the hell was Ivory suddenly doing things she wasn't meant to? And why the fucking hell, has he not heard any news from Carlos concerning that bastard's death?! Ah fuck, Lucien had the urge to flip the table in front of him. He was a perfectionist, someone who didn't like mess ups, and he hated having his plans not fall according to his calculations. And that's why he hated that bastard. Gad