Lucien strode down the promenade with purpose, flanked by his bodyguards, towards his grandpa’s suite. Oblivious to the curious looks he received from the passengers on board, he braced himself for his grandpa’s wrath. He should have spoken to his grandpa earlier instead of getting carried away.
“When did Grandpa arrive here?” He glanced at Grant, the bodyguard nearest to him.
“Two hours ago, Mr. Sylvester. Fitzgerald was trying to contact you.”
He nodded, knowing his mistake. But he was answerable to no one, not even to his grandpa. The situation he was currently in was mostly because of his grandpa. If he hadn’t forced Lucien to marry Celine, the circumstances would have been completely different today.
“Is Grandpa in his room?” Of course, he knew the answer. Benson Sylvester hat
