"You're aware we're still married?"

Lucas' expression grew colder, his eyes glinting with ley resolve. An aura of sharp, palpable power radiated from him.

Russell's grip on the steering wheel loosened for a moment. He glanced at Aveline; she looked unwell, her lips pale, her cheeks red and swollen, and who knew if there were other injuries on her body, Facing Lucas, Aveline's entire demeanor was filled with

resistance, especially with him standing right there. Earlier, she had called him for help, only to receive a curt "hang up" in response.

How ironic.

"Russ, let's go." Aveline didn't look at Lucas and reached to close the car door.

Hearing her words, Lucas' expression darkened further. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the car, forcefully wrapping an arm around her waist, and leading her to his vehicle.

"Let me go!" Aveline immediately struggled, and in her movements, she inevitably bumped into Lucas, causing her some pain.

Lucas pushed her into the car, slamming the door shut.

Through the window, he looked at her coldly, "If you dare get out, I'll deal with him today!"

Aveline's hand hesitated on the door handle, her fingers

curling slightly as she pressed her lips together.

Seeing her stay put, Lucas' expression softened a bit. He

opened the driver's door, hit the gas, and drove away. The surrounding bodyguards only got into their cars and left once his car was out of sight.

Only then could Russell drive away. Sitting in his car, his charming eyes glinted with a dangerous light. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it with a frown, "Hello?"

A gentle female voice came through. "Russell, how's everything progressing?"

Russell's tone was indifferent. "Everything is under control."

The woman's voice grew even softer. "Russell, I knew you could handle it. I won't disturb you further; let me know if there are any updates."

"Okay," Russell replied nonchalantly, then hung up.: owner of this content.

If Aveline or Lucas had been there, they would have recognized the voice immediately as Yvonne's.

Lucas drove to the

hospital with a cold expression, where he had the doctor conduct a full examination on Aveline. The results came back quickly; she only had superficial injuries that would heal with a couple of days of medicatio Afterward, Lucas took her to the Tudor residence. As the familiar villa came into view, a wave of reluctance washed over her. Sitting in the car, her expression remained indifferent. "What do you want from me?"

Everything was over; why was he seeking her out now? Wasn't he impatient when he received her call earlier? A faint mockery clouded Aveline's eyes.

Lucas felt a pang of frustration in his chest. He looked at her deeply and said coldly, "Get out."

Aveline frowned, feeling reluctant. "If you have something to say, just say it."

He suddenly held her firmly by her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Aveline, since when did you become so familiar with him?" Lucas stared at her intently.

Aveline frowned. "That seems to be none of your business."

Lucas' grip on her chin tightened slightly. "We're still married. I expect your fidelity.

Aveline looked at him in surprise, as if she hadn't expected him to say such a thing. Lucas, pained by the look on her

face, averted his eyes and got out of the car.

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