Chapter 840

Lillian couldn't comprehend why this woman was suddenly clinging to Lucian. Her lips curled into a cold smirk. "And what if I refuse to leave?"

Genevieve arched a perfectly sculpted brow, mirroring her disdain. "Then I'll have security escort you out."

"Is that so?" Lillian challenged.

Genevieve's eyes narrowed. "Absolutely." She raised her voice sharply. "Security!"

Within seconds, three broad-shouldered men in tailored black suits materialized, bowing slightly toward Genevieve. "Yes, Ms. Blackwood?"

Lillian's blood ran cold. The entire company clearly deferred to Genevieve. No wonder Rosalind had ended things with Lucian—if it were Lillian, she wouldn't tolerate this either.

Genevieve gestured dismissively. "This woman is causing a disturbance. Remove her."

"Right away!"

Two guards seized Lillian's arms with practiced efficiency.

She thrashed violently. "Unhand me! Do you have any idea who I am?"

Genevieve scoffed. "Just another gold-digger trying to sink her claws into Lucian. As long as I'm here, you won't get within ten feet of him."

"You'll regret this," Lillian hissed. "When you find out who I am—"

Genevieve had no patience for empty threats. She flicked her wrist. "Out with her."

The guards began dragging Lillian toward the exit despite her furious protests.

"Release me this instant! You'll pay for this!" she shouted.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Hold it right there!"

Lillian's head snapped up to see Reginald striding through the glass doors.

His attention initially landed on Genevieve. "What's happening here?"

Genevieve's demeanor instantly softened into a saccharine smile. "Nothing important, just handling a minor disruption."

Reginald nodded approvingly. "You and Lucian make an excellent pair. I fully support this match."

A delicate blush colored Genevieve's cheeks. "I'll do everything to deserve him."

Lillian's stomach twisted. She hadn't anticipated Reginald taking Genevieve's side.

The guards tightened their grip. "Let's go."

Desperation clawed at Lillian's throat. "Reginald!"

Hearing that voice—that achingly familiar voice—Reginald froze mid-step toward the elevator. He whirled around.

Their eyes locked. "Lillian?"

He barely recognized the graceful woman before him—the gangly girl had blossomed into stunning maturity.

She nodded. "It's me."

Genevieve's smile faltered. "You... know her?"

Lillian's lips curved into a triumphant smirk. "Who do you think I am?"

Genevieve's pulse stuttered. She'd been carefully cultivating Reginald's favor. Could this woman actually be—

She forced a nervous laugh. "Oh! You're Reginald's friend? My apologies—had I known, I never would have—"

Reginald cut her off. "You truly don't recognize her?"

Genevieve shook her head. "Should I?"

Before he could respond, a deep, resonant voice interrupted. Lucian emerged from the executive corridor, his presence commanding immediate silence.

"Explain this commotion."

Genevieve instantly brightened. "Lucian, darling—"

Tears welled in Lillian's eyes as she gazed at her brother.

"Lucian," she whispered.