Lucas's words carried a hint of provocation, no doubt about it.
Who could blame him though, after how ruthless Simon had been back in Bayfield?
Simon stuffed his hands into his pockets, his gaze locked on Lucas.
For what felt like minutes, Simon finally let out a cold laugh. "Lucas, since when did you get so close to our Miss Clarke? And, seriously, didn't I tell you before? Stay away from other people's women."
Amelia's eyebrows instantly furrowed, just as she was about to speak—
Lucas had already cut in front of her.
"Oh? So, Ms. Clarke is still yours, Mr. Johnson? Funny, because last I checked, you two were over. Plus..." Lucas's voice shifted into something slightly smug, "Ms. Clarke is about to officially join Norbright. Soon, she won't be AVÉLIA's Miss Clarke, but
