Chapter 345
“Man.”
“Forget it!” Lucas said bluntly and hung up the phone.
Aveline felt a headache coming on. Lucas had dismissed her so decisively, not even giving her at chance to explain. She needed to see him in person.
As she walked outside, her phone rang again. It was Zane calling.
“Hello, Mr. Zane.”
Zane asked urgently, “Ave, have you seen Bobby?
“Not yet, but don’t worry. I’ll find a way,” Aveline replied.
Zane sounded desperate. “He’s been beaten so badly. He must be suffering. Ave, you must find him quickly. He can’t go to jail. He’s our only son. If something happens to him, we won’t survive.”
Aveline reassured him, “Mr. Zane, don’t worry. They haven’t handed Bobby over to the police yet, which means there’s still room for negotiation. I’ll find a way.
Zane sighed. “I’m counting on you.”
Aveline smiled. “It’s what I should do.”
After a few more comforting words, she hung up the phone and sent a message to Lucas.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?”
After sending the message, she took a taxi and left. Lucas liked her cooking, and he had been keeping an eye on her these past few days. He would likely make a request.
She was asking for a favor, so she needed to lower her stance.
In the damp, cold basement, the lights were bright. A man was hanging by his arms, suspended in midair, his body covered in blood, unconscious
Lucas stood a short distance away, watching with cold eyes. His phone beeped, and he took it out, then irritably pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips and lighting it. Smoke curled upward, obscuring his expression.
Desmond stood nearby and asked, “Mr. Tudor, what should we do with him?”
Lucas replied, “Find out why Aveline suddenly came here asking for him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Desmond left and returned shortly after.
“Mr. Zane came to Cloudflare City seeking help from Mrs. Tudor. She agreed because she felt grateful for the help she received from Bobby’s family in the past.
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Lucas listened to the report, his handsome face growing colder,
“Contact Bobby’s father and tell him to leave Cloudflare City.”
“Yes, sir.”
Desmond turned and left.
A guard holding a saltwater–soaked whip looked at Lucas. With a wave of Lucas‘ hand, the whip lashed heavily across Bobby’s body.
“Ah!” Bobby screamed, jolted awake by the pain. Opening his eyes, he saw the tall, handsome mant with narrow, cold eyes staring at him without a hint of warmth.
“You dared to touch his things should I cripple your left hand or your right hand first?”
Bobby pleaded repeatedly, “I was wrong! I admit my mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight. Please spare me, Mr. Lucas. I won’t do it again!”
Lucas, with the cigarette between his lips, coldly said, “Too late.
He turned and walked away, leaving behind the sound of Bobby’s anguished screams.
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