Mia's face turned red as she snapped, "I was not looking at him. I was just trying to hear what was going on."
"If it concerned you, then grandfather would have asked you to stay." Lucas rolled his eyes when he heard her answer. Then, ignoring the sizzle of hissing curses that she muttered under her breath, he dragged her to his car, which was parked right outside the Holman mansion.
"Wait, what about my car? I cannot leave it here."
Lucas snorted. "You call that tinpot a car? That is an accident ready to happen any second. I thought that as a socialite, you would be driving a better car than that. Give me your keys; I will ask my assistant to pick up your car later and drive it to your house." He glanced at the car that was older than the little cat that he owned.
