The next day, the two resumed their normal routine of Lucas waking up for work and Jen joining him for breakfast before she napped again before going to school. Lucas walked into his office with a warm aura that was different from his hard to approach image that he normally put out.

Even though he was not as stern as his father and smiled more, his smile would sometimes feel like he was looking at an idiot or that he is plotting something. It was a front that seemed polite but wasn't polite at all.

But today, the smile on his face was genuine, and even the dimples on his cheeks had made a rare appearance.

"What has put you in such a good mood?" David asked when he walked into Lucas' office. Lucas was shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it on the rack at the corner of his office.

"The wedding is over," Lucas said as he sat on his office chair and put on his glasses. It was only one sentence, but David understood him like a comrade. Even his girlfriend had gotten busier than he is, and for once, he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Everyone is happy about that," David commented as he put a stack of papers on Lucas' desk.

"This is the proposal by the production team," David said and placed another folder on Lucas' desk.

"This is the expected budget for building a new factory. You need to go through it and give your approval before it goes to the higher-ups." David said seriously. The atmosphere in the office changed completely.

"And your father wants to see you, for lunch," David said to finish. Even though it wasn't him, he still had goosebumps all over his kin thinking about Noah. If Noah was his father, he would not have dared to rebel against his family.

"Lunch?" Lucas asked, looking flustered.

"Yes, hurry up and finish your masters so I can retire early. I feel like I have worked hard enough for two lifetimes," David said, and went to check the pile which Lucas had finished with on Friday.

"I'll need you around for a few more years," Lucas said with a chuckle.

"You'll have to pay me double if you do," David said and picked up the folders and left the office with them. Lucas looked at his friend while shaking his head, he was envious of him.

David owned stocks in both Lewis & Co., L. L Hotels and Big Star. He knew he had bought stocks from other companies as well, so besides his salary, the money he was getting from the dividends was astronomical.

In short, he did not need to work. Lucas was glad that he had stayed for his sake, but he did not know how long he would stick around.

It was something that he was apprehensive about, and he had even thought of persuading him to be an advisor of some sort when he finally decided to stop working himself to the bone as he currently was. Hopefully, he is grooming Michael to become a reliable person who will stay by his side.

Lucas soon focused on the work that he had left pending on Friday and the new ones that had turned up on his desk that morning when he was yet to reach the office in the order of urgency. He was suddenly startled out of his focus by the phone on his desk ringing.

"Mmmh," he responded as he leaned back on his seat while holding the document he was reading in his other hand.

"Your father wants you to meet at the lobby in ten minutes," David informed him. He did not say any unnecessary words.

"Understood," Lucas said and hung up the phone. They normally communicated like this during working hours because they were both so busy they couldn't be bothered to say unnecessary things.

After another three minutes, Lucas stood up and put on his jacket before picking up some urgent files and walked out of his office into David's.

"Don't forget to have your lunch too," Lucas said as he put the files in his hands on David's desk. David nodded absentmindedly as he continued to busy himself with work. Lucas smiled helplessly before he left the office area and went to the elevator.

Since he was standing in front of the executive elevator, he was not too surprised when he saw his father's face when the doors opened.

He glanced at his father and the assistant that had been chattering next to him before going in.

"Good afternoon, dad," Lucas said with a neutral expression.

"Good afternoon," Noah answered and nodded at the assistant who had become silent from the oppressive air in the elevator to continue. After an almost thirty second pause, the assistant opened his mouth to continue, but the elevator doors opened once more and the pair of father and son walked out of the elevator.

"Sir," the assistant called out.

"Don't interrupt my lunch," Noah said, and the assistant stopped following them. When the other staff saw the pair of father and son, they greeted them politely and continued to watch them until they disappeared outside.

"Mr. Lewis has so much charisma," one of the workers who were close to the elevators said.

"Which one?" her friend asked with a laugh.

"Of course both of them, but the CEO, he stopped his assistant from following him with four words," she said and diverted her gaze when she noticed that the assistant they were talking about was looking at them.

"Let's go for lunch too," her friend said as she laughed at her and the two left. The assistant sneered at the retreating figures of the two women. He wanted to see them try to withstand the pressure that that pair of father and son gave off if they could, then they could come and ridicule him.

He looked at his watch and decided that he would go out for a quick lunch as well. Fortunately, there was nothing scheduled for the next two hours or he would have been forced to run after Noah, or worse, interrupt his lunch.

His father's driver stopped the Maybach in front of them as they went down the stairs located at the front of the company and first opened the door for Noah before going to the other side to open the door for Lucas.

It had been a while since he had been in his father's car, and he was suddenly reminded of these small luxuries his father enjoyed.

In hindsight, he now understood why people liked being driven around and all that, it was just that he found it to be inconvenient because he would have to call the driver over to drive him around, unlike the driver uncle that had his own residence at their home, he couldn't live with his own driver.

Besides, if he was not driving, and he was with Jen in the car, he could not confidently say that he would be able to restrain himself.

The car was immersed in a comfortable silence throughout their trip to the restaurant. Unfortunately, only they were comfortable. The driver was very uncomfortable, even after trying to ignore their presence it was still a bit difficult.

When they finally arrived at the restaurant, the driver opened the car doors for both men and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt that he was finally freed from them.

"You should also go eat," Noah said to the middle-aged driver before they walked into the restaurant. The driver patted his chest and got back into the car. Even though the atmosphere was stifling, it was much less stifling than when Noah was with his first son.

He was normally covered in cold sweat throughout the trips, combined with how they both had such cold glares with their grey eyes it always felt like he was in the arctic.

He really wondered how Noah raised his sons. Even the one who seemed to be slightly normal would change when no one was looking, even though he would try to lighten the mood a bit when he was alone with his father.

After working for the family for over twenty years, he was very familiar with them. The boys were all very similar, but very different at the same time. He realised that the saying that a tiger father can not have a dog son was true.

The only time Noah was tolerable was when he was riding alone and when he was with the madam, he did not even care about who was around.

After getting over his thoughts on the family he was working for, he started thinking about what he was going to eat.

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