“I don't understand, who the hell did you say you are?” Federico questioned hoarsely, gesturing to the guards to step back. Suspicion ticked in his guts and he glared at Lucian like one would do a prey.
The way Lucian spoke was so different, so strange, like he had powerful backing and connections -or maybe he was just some big mouthed kid?
“Why don't you find out from president Rowan? I'm here because he specially invited me,” Lucian replied simply.
At this point, Rowan was convinced that Lucian was mentally retarded. He burst into a laugh. “Specially invited you? You're saying that Rowan specially invited a gutter trash dressed like you? Why don't you go ahead and color me amused?!”
“My name is Lucian Ashwood, not gutter trash. Learn to address me properly because I'm not your mate,”
