Once upon a time, Lucas had been the person she despised the most.
But now, strangely enough, she found herself warming up to him—which meant Drake had officially taken the throne as her least favorite person.
Just the thought of how he had shamelessly proposed to Samantha in front of a crowd, even sealing it with a public kiss, made her skin crawl.
Naturally, her expression darkened the moment she laid eyes on him.
"Hey there, Little Beauty," he chirped, flashing his usual bright grin.
He always greeted her with that infuriatingly cheerful tone, and the way he insisted on adding "little" before her name only made it worse.
"Please address me as Assistant Beauty, or just Beauty—drop the 'little,' would you?" she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut glass.
Drake blinked, taken aback by her hostility, then shot a questioning glance at Lucas.
Sliding one hand into his trouser pocket, he asked coolly, "Did you bully her again?"
