85. A Plot Orchestrated By Her

However, not now. Not when so many thoughts were clouding his mind.

Heidi smiled disappointedly. Of course, who was she kidding? Tracy was the love of his life. It wouldn't make any difference.

Even if he stopped seeing her as a gold digger, it wouldn't miraculously make him start loving her suddenly.

“You haven't answered my question.” Heidi broke the silence.

“Am I entitled to answer it?”

His arrogant tone made her eyes dim. Heidi was no longer in the mood to continue cooking.

“You're an asshole, Lucas.” Turning around, she pushed him aside and left in a hurry, her heart muscles tensing up.

Lucas stood alone in the kitchen, his eyes fixed on the closed doors.

Running a hand through his hair, he cursed under his breath and hurried after her.

“Where is she?” He met the maid who was on her way to the kitchen.

“The Young Miss has left, Young Master. She told me to tell the Master that she has made breakfast.”

At that moment, Grandpa Winston walked downstairs.

He heard the maid's w