Lucian sat in the back of his darkened Maybach, the blue light of his tablet illuminating the cold fury on his face. He was staring at the legal motion Serena’s lawyers had just filed. They were digging into Elara’s psychiatric history from five years ago, claiming she was "delusional" and "unfit" during the divorce.
"They want to play dirty?" Lucian whispered, his voice a low growl. "I’ll show them what dirty looks like."
He tapped a button. "Marcus, I’m at the clinic. The one Elara used five years ago. I don't care about the subpoenas. I want her full file on my desk in five minutes. If the hospital director argues, tell him I’ll buy the building and fire him by lunch."
Four minutes later, a digital file encrypted with the highest security appeared on his screen.
Lucian began to scro
