THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

Is He Against Our Plan?

James' jaw dropped dead the moment Lucas instructed Jim to pick himself up and use the door. He wasn't expecting it not because the words he said to his friend sounded mean but at the same time because he didn’t feel as if Lucas would take it that far.

He still sat his ass on the chair without moving an inch away from where he sat with a focused face.

He adjusted his collar and dusted his sleeves, “Lucas, do you want me to leave?” He asked him one more time waiting for him to give him a confirmation before he went away.

Lucas turned to the other side of the bed where he could face the wall and not see the sympathetic face of his friend. He didn't say a word at all the only thing James was able to hear was the sound of his breath.

“Won’t you say anything again? If you want me to go then just say it one last time and I’ll pick myself up and use the exit door.”

Lucas grunted for some minutes before giving him an indirect response, “If you want to go then just go and stop making it loo