I felt the temperature in the room drop instantly.
“How much did you send her?”
“More than twenty thousand dollars…”
Gavin, who was wiping down the pass outside my office, stopped dead in his tracks.
“Why were you sending her my business money?”
Lucas groaned, refusing to look me in the eye.
“For designer bags, expensive clothes, luxury trips, and hosting fancy lunches for her social friends! She kept saying that since your restaurant was making so much money, it was absurd that she had to live like an ordinary woman.”
“Did she know where that money was coming from?”
Lucas took a long time to answer.
“Yes…”
“And did she know about your mistress the entire time?”
“Yes…”
“Since when?”
“Almost from the very beginning…”
“Why did she stay silent about it?”
He finally looked up at me with hollow eyes.
“Because she told me that as long as I kept giving her money, she would never tell you what I was doing.”