No matter how reluctant he was, Lucas didn't have the courage to disobey Victor's order. He walked out of the president's office stiffly. He even felt a little clumsy.
The black-haired young man lay obediently on his father's shoulder, without even looking at himself.
How did things turn out like this?
Standing in front of the office with a gloomy face, Lucas almost stared a hole through the tightly closed door. The employees around him looked at him vaguely, as if they were looking at a defeated dog that had lost its home.
Lucas knew that this was just his own suspicious imagination, but he couldn't control the mixed emotions of frustration and anger in his body. He clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't have the courage to push open the door and question again.
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