Amanda Jenkins's heart trembled, and she dared not believe it as she slightly widened her eyes, "Lucas Griffin, what did you say?"
She shook her head, "My brother isn't dead! He's still alive!"
"He's already dead!" Lucas Griffin repeated.
"No! I won't let you talk about him like that!" Amanda Jenkins roared: "He's not dead!"
"Amanda Jenkins! Snap out of it! It's been five or six years, if he were still alive, he would have come back to find you by now!" Lucas Griffin's repressed anger also erupted, and he bellowed: "I've already investigated thoroughly, he died in a big fire!"
"Shut up! My brother's not dead!" Amanda Jenkins's eyes widened and tears began to well up; at this moment, she simply couldn't listen to what Lucas Griffin was saying.
A tinge of blood-red surfaced in Lucas Griffin's dark pupils as he looked coldly at her, letting out a sneer, "So, even though I am about to become your husband, my status is still not as important as a dead man's in your heart!"