His hand under the table tightened, but he didn't answer. The two of them took a sip of coffee as if they were waiting for each other to speak first.
In the end, Lucas couldn't help but tapped the table impatiently.
"Mr. Frag, did you ask me to come here just for a cup of coffee? Although it's also one of your private affairs, I don't think it's necessary, right?"
Seeing that he couldn't help asking, Mr. Frag smiled and slowly told him his real purpose this time.
As he spoke, he stared at Lucas, trying to observe any subtle changes in his expression.
"Mr. Lucas, you must be very sad after your wife passed away, right?"
Lucas frowned at the mention of this topic. There was no sadness in his eyes but confusion and worry.
Mr. Frag seemed to have understood something. He became more confident and smiled.
"What if I tell you that your love Ashley is still alive?"
Lucas still didn't respond. In fact, he had been restless in his heart for a long time. How did he know about it?