ELORA'S POV
Anger is an understatement of what Lucas is feeling right now. He hasn't stopped cursing and grumbling since we got into the car. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, his jaw clenched so tight as though he could crush the words themselves if he held them in for too long.
“Isn't that Maya’s sister in a suit?” he asked suddenly, turning sharply towards me.
I looked in his direction before we turned onto the main road. “Yes,” I said flatly. “That's her.”
Lucas let out a dry, humorless scoff. “He's brought Maya into the company, now her sister? What's next? He'll name the company after their family. Weston's Company will turn into Boston's group at this rate.”
I didn't even bother pretending to agree. “Given how devoted Lucian is to her,
