His tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Claire felt a wave of anger rising.
This was her private business. So what if he’d helped her before? So what if he was her boss? That didn’t give him the right to mock her over her failed marriage.
But more than that, she was just confused.
"I never gave him the door code. How did he even get in here?"
From the community gate to the building entrance, and then the elevator—there were a bunch of checkpoints. How did he get past all of them?
Julian's expression changed from mocking to puzzled when he heard her.
Lucas staggered to his feet and wobbled over to Claire. The strong stench of alcohol hit her hard, making her frown.
"How did you get in here?" she asked.
Instead of answering, he growled, gripping the arms of the wheel
