Nicolette stared at Lucian, unsure of how to react.
He was playing the long game, she could tell from the look in his eyes, the smirk on his lips as he stretched out that envelope.
Slowly, the shock left her body. Slowly, amusement crawled in. Then it took over fully.
"You're a fucking… clown," she laughed, throwing her head back.
Lucian arched a brow. "What?"
She shook her head in disbelief, laughing even harder. "You have guts, Lucian. I have to give you that."
He dropped his hand to his side, confusion etched on his face. "I don't understand why you're not jumping on the offer. It's a furnished building, bigger than the one you've got. It's not far from your gallery. Why wouldn't you take it?"
The false sad look on his face irked her, and it was enough to yank the amusement right out of her.
"Get out, Lucian. I don't want anything from you," she said, folding her arms.
A frown appeared on his face. "You haven't even checked it out? You don't know—"
