Chapter 1314
With that thought, Desmond couldn’t help grumbling inwardly. But with the boss in such a foul mood, he knew he would suffer for it too. Desmond didn’t dare risk crossing Lucas now. Still, he had work in hand that needed reporting. The moment he thought of it, his head began to ache. He had tried to pass it to others, but no one else was willing to go.
Clearly, the task had fallen to him alone. At last, Desmond resigned himself and knocked on Lucas’s office door, delivering the file inside. It was a long while before a voice came from within.
Hearing it, Desmond had a sinking feeling – Lucas must still be angry. No, not angry, exactly – more like in a foul mood. But even so, Desmond felt only a trace of schadenfreude. He had no sympathy for Lucas at all. This was entirely his own doing. He honestly couldn’t understand how a man could make such a mess of things. Wouldn’t it have been easier just to admit his identity from the start? Instead, he let it drag on until she discovered it on her own. And Lucas had so many chances to tell Aurora the truth, yet every time he chose to hide it, never once confessing voluntarily. If he had been the one to admit it, the hurt might not have cut so deep. It would have lessened that bitter feeling of betrayal. But clearly, Lucas didn’t understand any of this.
Muttering to himself all the way, Desmond finally pushed open the office door. Sure enough, the moment he stepped inside, the heavy, oppressive aura radiating from Lucas startled him. Good grief, compared to usual, this was like a battlefield ten times worse. Desmond nervously placed the file on Lucas’s desk, adding quickly, “Mr. Carter, this is the Southside land project you asked me to check on. Mrs. Carter has been managing it all this time. I’ve put the file here. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out and not disturb you further.”
Desmond was certain this was the fastest report he had ever delivered in his life. He didn’t want to linger a second longer – this place felt like a battlefield of demons. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he’d stepped into the underworld itself, not the president’s office. With the chill radiating off Lucas, the company hardly needed air-conditioning. Before, Desmond had always thought novels exaggerated when they described male leads exuding a freezing aura. But seeing it now, he realized those novels must have had a grain of truth. All Desmond wanted at this moment was to escape.
At the mention of “Mrs. Carter,” Lucas lifted his eyes to him. He noticed Desmond’s fearful demeanor but didn’t care. Instead, he asked, “Do you also think I was wrong in this matter?”
The question sent a shiver down Desmond’s spine. He didn’t want to be dragged into this at all – why did Lucas have to ask him? No matter how he answered, it felt like a dead end. Desmond was nearly in tears, but under the weight of Lucas’s dark gaze, he managed a cautious reply. “Honestly, Mr. Carter, I think deception never sits well with anyone. If it were me, I wouldn’t like being lied to either. Maybe Mrs. Carter is just angry for the moment – she’ll probably come around soon.”