Chapter 170

The broken plate had been cleaned up, a new food served and Lucien, locked away in his office, doing only God knows what, while Ivory paced the living room, her fingers interlocked behind her head. How the fuck was she going to get out of this one? She couldn't just stay here, trapped, waiting for who knows how long, and she definitely couldn't let Lucien do whatever the hell he wanted. But, she was stuck and she didn't have her phone, and there was no way in hell she'd be calling his name, asking him to let her out. So, what was she meant to do? Perhaps, she'd have to wait until he unlocked the doors himself? One of these days, he'd surely want to go out and get something, right? But the problem was, when would that happen? She had no plan of staying here for more than a day, so she'd have to try her best and think of something. A sigh escaped her lips and she stopped pacing, before flopping down on the couch and burying her face in her hands. God, her heart wouldn't calm down. Was it