Chapter 9

Louisa's POV

I grabbed a golf club from the golf cart and walked back to Lucas' Lamborghini.

"Louisa, please listen to me! Don't believe what you've seen. Believe what I tell you!"

"Shut up! You fucking liar!"

I swung the golf club at Lucas.

He dodged into the car, so I hit the door frame and left a dent.

"What the... Are you out of your mind?! Louisa, calm down!"

Bang.

Another strike on the roof of the car.

"This is the way you love a woman, huh?" I used the golf club to point at him.

Failed to reason with me, Lucas hid in the car and called for help, "Lucian! Brother! Do something!"

Lucian couldn't conceal his gloating smirk and shrugged, "I'm afraid restraining a mad woman with a golf club in her hand is beyond my payroll, Mr. Sigler."

Lucas gave up, trying to get out of the car.

"Louisa..." He said in a low voice, almost begging.

"Stop calling me! You dickhead!" I smashed the golf club so hard at the car that it broke into two halves.

I threw them on the ground and said, "G