Chapter 78 The Truth

• Lucas lounged in his private chamber, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting inconsistent shadows on the huge walls of the room. He had just showered for the evening and was on a robe before he slumped on the sofa. After a dial, he pressed the phone to his ear, a smug and cunny smirk playing on his lips as Annabel's voice came through the receiver.
• “Oh my angel, what’s up with you?” his voice greeted after her soft “hello”
• “Is there something going on? You seems very excited” she commented, adjusting her voice tone