38. The Footage

A look of realization shone on Lucas's face.

He rarely stayed home and always left early then returned very late. So those foods he'd been eating all these years were made by that silly woman.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as he spaced out for a few seconds.

Retaining his blank expression, he pushed his chair back, stood up and left, finding the maid's food as if it was something alien.

At The Company.

Amanda hurried up to him, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. “Mr. Harrison, this is strange. The tech team found nothing wrong with my computer's privacy. It means no one has tampered with the reports from my end. How strange, you got different kinds of reports-”

“Make me a cup of coffee.”

It was as if Lucas wasn't listening. His eyes were cascaded with an impending rage, his stern expression making the employees walking past scurrying out of the way.

“Y-Yes. Right away.” Amanda gulped and scampered off.

Lucas glanced at his wristwatch, his eyes nar