Lois thought to herself, “Who does Ashley think she is, looking down on Lucas?” She turned to Lucas and his face was not smiling. He had always been against wasting money, he was angry about her burning the stuff she got.
Seeing Lucas's anger, Lois moved closer to Lucas, tugging his clothes. She gazed up at him with puppy eyes.
“Lucassss, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry.”
Lucas knew Lois's pity card all too well. She only used it when she wanted to manipulate him. She probably doesn't want him to rebuke her in front of them. He gave a stern look but couldn't resist those eyes.
“Lois,” he warned, his voice softening. Lois's lips curled into a triumphant smile.
Lucas ruffled her hair, then wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Let's go,” he said, guiding her into the Porsche. Asthey drove away; Robert watched, dismayed. Ashley stood alone, tears streaming down her face. She rushed over to Robert and held his hand.
Ashley's grip on Robert's arm tightened. “Robert, Lucas is pretending to be rich, right? He must have hired that girl to make me jealous and win me back.”
Robert was also confused, but hearing what Ashkey said he thought about it. “That must be it,” he said, nodding.
Robert said, “YES! Ashley, you are smart. That car, those bags…. They were too extravagant. Lucas can't afford them.”
Ashley’s eyes widened. “And those bags... I've never seen designs like that. They must be knockoffs.”
Her eyes sparkled. “She burned them to hide the truth, she knew I would find out they were fakes."
Recalling her rush to save the bags, Ashley felt regret and anger.
“Why did I fall for it?” Ashley muttered.
Robert's expression turned hard. “She must have manipulated Barrister James, too. Her acting and lies must have fooled him,” he said.
Lois, still sensing Lucas's sadness and moodiness, attempted to lift his mood.
“Lucas, how about we celebrate your birthday today? Your coming-of-age ceremony is still two months away. This celebration marks a new start for you.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow, uninterested. “It's not necessary, Lois.”
But Lois insisted. She batted her eyelashes, a charming smile spreading across her face.
“Come on, Lucas. It'll be fun, I promise. We can make it a small party, just close friends and family.”
Lucas hesitated, noticing Lois's genuine care. He couldn't deny her effort.
“Fine,” he muttered, a hint of a smile.
Lois squealed in excitement, clapping her hands. “Alright, leave it to me! I'll arrange a wonderful birthday party for you.”
As Lois began dialing numbers, Lucas's thoughts drifted to Ashley.
“Lois?” Lucas interrupted her,
“Yes?”
“Should we invite Ashley?”
Lois's expression froze, her eyes flashing with displeasure. “Why would we invite her, Lucas? After what she did?”
Lucas's gaze held Lois's, then he burst into laughter, “it was a joke.” Lois glared at him.
Lucas drove to the delivery company, his mind preoccupied with his divorce with Ashley. He glanced at Lois, who sat beside him, her eyes fixed on her phone.
“We're here,” Lucas said, pulling into the company's parking lot.
Lois looked up, “You don't need to come back here, we can just send your resignation letter in.”
Lucas nodded. “ Yes I know, but I need to pack my stuff, I need to start working at Carlton's company soon.” he said.
“This job's no longer necessary,” he thought to himself.
Lois smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I'll wait for your call. Take care of this.”
With a nod, Lucas stepped out of the Porsche, watching as Lois drove away.
As he entered the delivery company, familiar faces turned to him. His colleague Gabriel approached him, “Hey Lucas, I thought you took a day off!” Gabriel said, raising his voice, turning, attention to them.
“Don't tell me you came for free food at the cafeteria?” he asked.
The others burst into laughter. Lucas's resignation letter in hand, he ignored their jests.
“Not here for the food,” he thought to himself.
Gasps filled the room as Lucas began packing his belongings.
Not many people had a good impression of Lucas. He made deliveries every day and sometimes even forgot to change to save time. Everybody thought it was a degrading act; they were elites, and they found the delivery job below their standard, so they didn't like him and wanted him to leave.
To their surprise, he began to pack his stuff.
“What's going on, Lucas?” Gabriel asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“I'm resigning,” Lucas replied calmly.
The room fell silent, their faces filled with amusement. They were making fun of him.
Gabriel wouldn't let Lucas off the hook.
“Hey Lucas, why are you quitting?” Gabriel asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I thought you were going to make a fortune delivering cakes.” Gabriel turned to the other guys, a smirk on his face.
“See, I told you delivering cakes might be exhausting, sometimes tiring, and hardly pays well. This is why he's aiming for the richest list and leaving us here.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Lucas's expression remained calm, unfazed by Gabriel's jabs.
Gabriel's words cut deep, but Lucas remained unbothered. He had always thought he was an easy prey to bullies, so he was never afraid of humiliating him. So, he became aggressive.
“Lucas, remember us when you're rich!” Gabriel shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The whole office’s attention was still on them, curious about the commotion.
Lucas looked at them, his expression was stern, and said nothing. He packed his stuff and turned to leave.
Gabriel's anger boiled over. He hated it when Lucas ignored him.
“You son of a bi**h!!” he yelled.
“So many colleagues are talking to you, happy for you, but you're ignoring them. Get down from your dirty high horse, you f*king coward! Don't you have manners, f**ker?” he said.
“Your broken parents forgot to teach you, it seems. It's not just poverty you inherited; you also inherited rudeness!”
The room fell silent, some were uncomfortable with Gabriel's outburst. While some praised him.
Lucas stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to Gabriel. For a moment, no one spoke.
“He has put up with their bullying for a long time, someone has to do something before it gets worse.” Lucas thought to himself.