However, Spencer called, and Lucas picked it up. “Do you need something?”
“Mr. Nolan, I’ve found out some things about last night.” Spencer’s voice came from the other end of the line.
“Speak,” the man ordered.
Two minutes later, his cold, furious tone made sweat bead on Spencer’s forehead. “Tell those assholes that I want whichever hand of theirs that spiked the drink.”
It was as if the murderous aura traveled through the phone with his voice.
“Of course, Mr. Nolan.” Spencer swiftly ended the call, terrified. Mr. Nolan is mad about yesterday’s incident.
Unable to contain his fury, Lucas threw his phone onto the ground. Even the surrounding air dropped in temperature.
His eyes were gloomy, and his hands clenched so tightly that veins were popping on his arms.
Staring at the room that they had made love, his lips parted.
“Ashlyn, how dare you sleep with me and escape again!”
After Spencer ended the call, he brought several men to apprehend the two servers and send them to Whitland Villa.
When Spencer, huffing from the activity, saw Lucas, he was dumbfounded.
The man’s broad chest was littered with red marks. It looks like... whip marks?
Spencer gulped.
“Mr. Nolan, the two culprits are downstairs.”
Upon hearing his words, Lucas turned his icy gaze to Spencer. “Do you still need me to teach you what to do?”
His voice rang in the latter’s mind like the devil’s voice, and Spencer’s heart skipped a beat. Hastily, he said, “I’ll work on it right away!”
Soon, agonizing screams came from the floor below.
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
The two servers were rolling on the ground in pain.
Blood was gushing out of their wounds.
One arm from each of them had been chopped off. Moreover, the fingers of their severed arms were still wriggling on the floor.
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