Andrew still refused to give up and stepped forward to knock on the car window.
His gaze was icy and sharp as he stared at Lucas inside the car, his tone tinged with gritted teeth.
"Jules, who is he?"
Before I could respond, Lucas directly retorted with sarcasm. "It is none of your concern. An ex-husband should know his place. Stop hanging around trying to be relevant. You've been divorced for years, you've got your own family now. Why are you still meddling in other people's business?"
Andrew's eyes turned completely cold, carrying an oppressive, almost bloodthirsty intensity.
"If you've got the guts, give me your name."
Lucas refused to back down. Even seated in the car, his demeanor remained unyielding.
Having worked by my side all these years, he'd learned a lot.
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