"Who told you to come in here!"
"Who told you to come in here!"
They shouted in unison.
Alex froze. His gaze landed on Lucas's hand—the same hand that was currently helping Mrs. Hilton hold her pants up.
He immediately spun around, eyes wide.
"Mr. Hilton! Madam! I swear I didn't mean to intrude! But there's… a crowd outside. People were watching! I was worried it might cause a PR disaster for the company, so I—uh—I came in. Also, here's the file you wanted. I found everything!"
He held the folder up like a white flag.
Sophia glared daggers at Lucas.
"Let go of me!"
Lucas's tone turned low, teasingly dangerous.
"What's wrong? I thought you were the one who always bragged about being in control. Guess what, Sophia—there's always someone stronger. Just because I didn't fight back before doesn't mean I can't."
He gave her a gentle shove—just enough to make his point.
Sophia's eyes narrowed.
Then, suddenly—
