193 Lucas Nicholas

"Mr. Alexander, your wife's gone. She ran off with one of her lovers!"

Lucas Nicholas, the CEO of the gigantic Alexander Empire, didn't budge. He didn't even bother to look at Thompson, the head of security, standing on the door of the balcony impatiently tapping his well-polished shoes on the marbled floor, and repeatedly wiping off a white handkerchief across his glistening forehead. 

"What car did she use?" He asked coldly, a paper-blank expression plastered on his face. His hazel-green eyes remained locked at the beautiful hue of swirling amber liquid inside the glass in his hand. He found the brandy far more interesting compared to learning that his unfaithful wife took so long to run off with one of her lovers.

After a moment of hesitation, Thompson replied. "Your most treasured car, Sir."

Finally, that caught his attention. He frowned, praying it wasn't his favorite car or all hell would break loose.

"Your Bugatti," Thompson confirmed.