Lucas had just stepped out of the conference room when he received the news—Beauty had run into his father's car.
Without a second thought, he sped toward the hotel, leaving his bodyguards and driver far behind.
His car screeched to a perfect stop at the hotel entrance, the tires leaving faint marks on the pavement.
The doorman bowed deeply as Lucas stepped out, flashing a practiced, ingratiating smile.
Ignoring him completely, Lucas strode straight into the lobby, his icy gaze slicing through the front desk clerk like a blade.
"Did Chairman Williams bring a Miss Beauty here?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
The clerk hesitated, her face paling.
She fumbled over her words, as if her tongue had been tied in knots—clearly, someone had warned her to keep quiet.
"If you don't start talking," Lucas said, each word dripping with menace, "everyone on duty tonight will be fired.
Including you."
His glare alone was enough to make the girl tremble.
