The simple act of collecting her phone number was enough reason for Lukas to seek Mr. Singh out and inform him of the stripping of Monday night.
"I have a feeling he went along with Johan too, and the brat would have used his father's position to make Mr. Singh take them seriously," Nick spitefully said, bearing the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth.
Lukas had got him again. Any time he showed up in Nick's life, he always found joy in ruining whatever part of his terrible living experience was going right.
Nick tightened his fists in anger till his fingernails almost pierced his palm.
Bam!
He banged his fist on the table.
He could have easily lied to Mr. Singh, asked some open-ended questions, and used his responses to gauge just how much of the story he was told and how much of it was accurate.
However, the same maxed-out intelligence that could've helped him do that helped him know that it would have been a stupid and futile thing to do in the end.
