“Have you heard how much he talked of Lucian Sullivan's greatness all the time? He cannot even value his own excellence, but always paid tribute to that d*mn man like he would be nothing without Lucian Sullivan. I refuse to end up like him, I will never bow to you, as I know my true value and potential. If I could acquire power, I would strive to tear everything that hinders my way apart,” the teasing grin in his face never faded, even as he silently winced in pain. Jack Forester remained composed, pretending not to care, “Now, Lucas Sullivan. How does it feel to be the one under control? To be tossed around and told what to do? To be forced though things you do not even desire? How does being strong but powerless feel like?!”
Somehow, Lucas felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Does everyon
