50. As Good At Cooking As The Former Madam
At that time of the night, the street was empty, devoid of many people. Lucas’s driver scurried out of the car and quickly got between both men.
“Mr. Harrison, Mr. Olsen, please calm down. Consider your reputation. What if someone sees.”
The driver managed to separate them, and Lucas straightened up his collar, giving Zach a deadly look.
“Heidi and I have a tangible relationship, while you’re just an insignificant lover. What made you think you have the right to question her whereabouts?”
“Damnit!” Zach yelled. “Lucas Harrison, will you bring her out or not? You’re always causing trouble for Heidi, it’s no surprise that you would decide to kidnap her.”
“Whatever I do is none of your business. Back off, Zach Olsen. Or you’ll regret it.”
Lucas’s eyes were blazing with so much anger, that the driver feared for the destruction of both men.
Because Zach Olsen also looked madly enraged.
“How about I make you regret it first?” Zach rolled up his sleeves, pushing the driver out of the way. When he remembered all the troubles Lucas had caused Heidi for all these years, his nerves trembled with rage.
“We are going to end it here tonight. If you don’t disclose Heidi’s whereabouts, either you or I will leave here alive, but not both of us.”
Zach was prepared to send a fist flying in the man’s direction. Not even the frantic driver could hold him back.
Then out of nowhere, the sound of many footsteps resounded.
The three men were shocked when a hoard of paparazzi approached, surrounding them.
Literally, someone was hiding in a corner and had witnessed everything from the start.
He tipped off the paparazzi for a huge cash in exchange.
“Mr. Harrison, Mr. Olsen, you are both reputable men in Phoenix City. What might be the cause of your argument?”
“You are just about to trade fists. Mr. Olsen, rumor has it that you’re dating Mr. Harrison’s Ex-wife. Is she the bone of your contention?”
“With the recent news that GK Group and AG Group have split apart, it’s no surprise that the Presidents of both Groups are at odds with each other.”
“But fighting in the public-”
“Damnit! Who summoned you guys?” Zach bellowed as they shoved the microphones into his face while flashing cameras at him. “Shitty busybodies. Will you not mind your own business?”
Not only was Zach bombarded by the paparazzi, even Lucas’s driver had nowhere to escape.
But Lucas was skillful enough to slip out of the crowd.
The heavenly handsome man whose presence commanded attention suddenly vanished.
The paparazzi came all of a sudden, and both men weren’t prepared.
Before the instruction to shut down the news reached the media agency, it had already spread like wildfire.
Not only on the news channel, but also the internet, accompanied by a photo of Zach Olsen gripping Lucas Harrison’s shirt collar.
With the single headline: AG Group Vs GK Group again… many comments swarmed the internet.
Tracy’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, her whole being trembling with anger and jealousy.
“Here’s your juice, Ma’am.”
When the maid gave her the fruit juice, the glass ended up being smashed on the floor.
The maid jumped in astonishment. ”
Are you alright, Ma’am? I- I’m sorry. Don’t you like the juice.”
Tracy’s heart fumed inside, and she took in a deep breath to control her emotions.
She was about to answer the maid when a sound came from the doorway.
Quickly, she turned off the TV and stood up, plastering on a wide smile.
“Lucas, you’re back.” Tracy walked up to him, shivering inside from the dark look in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Lucas asked in a deep voice.
No doubt, his anger hadn’t subsided for what happened a while ago.
“I-I,” Tracy stammered, then cleared her throat. Putting on a pitiful look, she said weakly, “I’m not feeling well, and Mum and Dad have gone on a vacation.
So I came here to not feel lonely, because the house is empty.”
“What about the servants in your home?” Lucas questioned.
Tracy let out a soft sigh. “The servants are on holiday, and it’s scary to live in that big house alone. I told you I’m sick, Lucas. And I heard that if a sick person constantly sees their loved ones, it makes them recover faster.”
Lucas didn’t argue further. Tracy looked down and smiled. “I helped the maid out in the kitchen. I’m sure you’ll like the food.”
“You said you’re sick. Why trouble yourself?”
Lucas went to the dining table, and she followed him. Because his tone was nonchalant, Tracy didn’t know if his words were said out of care or if he was just scolding her.
She couldn’t lie to herself. Because lately, understanding his emotions had become a hard nut to crack.
Wasn’t it all because of Heidi?
While Lucas ate the food, his expression didn’t look good. Seeing that, the maid got nervous, thinking that she might lose her job for real this time.
“Please forgive my poor cooking skills, Young Master. Cooking isn’t my expertise. If you won’t mind, I will recommend someone who is as good at cooking as the former Madam.”
Tracy stopped eating, and her vision turned crimson.
