Lucas appeared like he was about to lose his mind, and Aveline wasn't going to stick around for it!
She quickly got into a taxi and headed back to her hotel.
Inside Celestial Heights, under the dim lighting, Lucas stood tall and imposing, his expression still frozen in a slight smirk, a chilling aura radiating from him. He touched his face lightly, a low chuckle escaping him as if he had just seen a different side of Aveline-one that
intrigued him even more.
Just then, his phone rang. He answered, "Hello?"
Sophia's gentle voice came through. "Lucas, why didn't you tell me you were going on a business trip?"
Lucas' tone was cold. "Why should I inform you about my trips?"
Sophia panicked slightly. "Lucas, I didn't mean to pry into your schedule. I'm just scared when you're not around."
Lucas pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag, the smoke swirling around him. His voice turned even colder. "Sophia, I don't like anyone meddling in my affairs. You understood this two years ago, didn't you?
Sophia's heart sank. "Lucas, what's wrong? Did I do something to. upset you?"
Lucas listened to her cautious tone, his handsome, sharp features remaining impassive. "I just suddenly thought that your attempt to force me to marry you by jumping off a building was rather dull." With that, he hung up the phone.: owner of this content.
"Hello? Lucas?" Sophia was stunned, wanting to ask what he meant, but the call had ended. She gripped her phone tightly, her hands trembling slightly.
What did he mean? Didn't he want to marry her anymore? How could he do this?
Sophia, her face contorted with anger, dialed another number. "I need to know where Lucas is right now!"
Lucas took a drag on his cigarette, the tip glowing faintly in the darkness. He looked at Desmond and said, "Find someone to deal with that reckless fool."
Desmond nodded. "Yes, sir!"
As night deepened, Mike was furious about not getting his hands on Aveline. He and a few friends drank and plotted their next move to capture her. But suddenly, a group of men in black burst in, grabbed Mike, and dragged him out.
Mike struggled desperately. "Who are you? Let go! Do you know who I am? You'd better let go, or you'll regret it!"
The men ignored his threats and dragged him into a secluded alley. Soon, his screams echoed through the night.
Before passing out, Mike managed to call Steve, but his cries were cut short as he lost consciousness.
At the hospital, Steve stared at Mike, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy. His face turned livid with rage. "Who did this to you?"
Mike shook his head; he had no idea who had beaten him so badly. His ribs were broken in several places, and his leg was fractured. He wouldn't be able to leave the hospital for at least a month. "Find out who did this I want them brought to me. How dare they
touch my son? They must have a death wish!"
Steve's face was dark with fury as he issued the orders, eager to hunt down and punish the culprits.