Lucas Bennett was standing with a girl in a pink-and-white dress.
Claire Richards stopped in her tracks.
Really? You can dodge fate once, but it’ll get you sooner or later. It’s just one of those nights, huh.
The elevator was already on the first floor, but they hadn’t gone in. Looked like they were waiting—probably because they saw Claire and Julian Archer approaching.
Were they picking a fight again?
She felt a headache coming on.
Julian, calm as ever, raised an eyebrow and said casually, “Mr. Bennett, that Miss Morgan just got into trouble not long ago, and you’re pulling this move already… a little much, don’t you think?”
He glanced briefly at the girl.
Lucas’s face darkened.
He didn’t say a word, but his glare was like a knife, first slicing through Julian
