CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1612

Mr. Lucas never truly had the best interests of either of his sons at heart. Forcing them into an uncomfortable relationship, knowing their complicated dynamic, was more like raising fighting insects in a jar to see which one would survive.

Noah's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Ben's aloof demeanor. He curled his lips into a mocking smile. "I've always hated that superior attitude of yours. You're only where you are because you were born lucky." "If you're finished, you can leave," Ben said flatly, uninterested in listening to Noah's ramblings.

Noah let out a cold laugh. "You used to take everything for granted. But now that I'm here, you don't still think Lucas Corporation is entirely under your control, do you? Let's see how things go."

Ben watched him leave with icy eyes.

When the office door swung open, Jamie stepped back, her expression cool and detached, clearly unwilling to engage with Noah. But Noah, being someone who never understood boundaries, did not take the hint. "Jamie, we meet again. What did I say last time?" he said with a teasing smile.

"Mr. Vice President," she replied, addressing him formally and keeping her tone distant.

Seeing her frosty demeanor, Noah glanced back toward Ben's office with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Working with my brother must be exhausting. Looking at his frosty face all day would wear anyone down. Why don't you come work for me instead? I'm still in need of a secretary."

interrupted from behind. "Noah, am I

had been about to retort, but Jamie cut him

President an ounce of face, brushing past him without a second glance. Noah's smile faded, and

into Ben's office, placing a stack of documents on his desk. "Mr.

immediately but instead stood

even lifting his head, he said

was sharp, but compared to his

Noah," Jamie assured him, already aware of what was likely on

paused briefly. Just a small movement, but she

has nothing to do with me," he replied coolly, though the slight upward curl of his

hoped. While the Old District project finally found its footing, Ben had already planned his exit. He had no interest in

seemed to fan the flames. Before long,

was calm. When he went to formally resign, he didn't even

the law firm. Afterward, as they walked out, Ben held a neat stack of documents, his expression blank, like a still,