"Who told her to leave?"
Lucas furrowed his brows, his dark eyes stormy with anger.
Ryan shrank back nervously. "It was me."
Ryan, trying to defend himself, puffed out his chest. "Chloe brought you barbecue—she's trying to hurt you!"
But Lucas wasn't interested in Ryan's explanation. His tone turned icy as he demanded, "Who gave you the right to do that?"
His voice carried an unrelenting fury, sharp enough to cut through the air. Ryan, sensing danger, hunched his shoulders even more. "I was just looking out for you!"
"There are so many people who want to hurt you. You have to be cautious, right? Besides, Chloe's just a designer. If she's gone, she's gone. I'll find you someone better tomorrow..."
"Get out!"
Lucas barked out the single word, his voice thunderous and
