LUCAS POV
As I stormed out of my father's company, frustration boiled inside me like a pot that was ready to overflow. But before I could put too much distance between us, I heard his voice calling after me.
"Lucas, wait!"
I stopped in my tracks, turning reluctantly to face my father, who was striding towards me with a determined look in his eyes.
"What now?" I snapped, unable to keep the bitterness out of my tone. "Didn't I make my point clear."
"I won't tolerate you leaving our conversation like that. I'm your father and I demand some respect."
I scoffed, finding him ridiculous.
I folded my arms across my chest, my patience wearing thin. "What is it now, Dad? More lectures about how I'm ruining the family legacy?"
His features hardened, his voice taking on a
