The woman's eyes were tightly closed as Lucian helped her into the car. Seeing her disheveled clothes, his brows furrowed and his expression turned icy cold. He got out of the car again and walked towards the middle-aged man who was already unconscious on the ground.
About five seconds later, a man's agonizing scream echoed down the empty street.
“Argh—”
……
Midnight, 12 o’clock, at Magnolia Gardens.
James stepped out of the bedroom, nodding at Lucian. "It's all good. She passed out from inhaling too much ether. A good sleep will fix that."
In the study.
Lucian sat on the couch, legs crossed. His previously tense expression now relaxed.
James walked over. "You worried about her? Don't trust my medical skills?"
Lucian’s voice was cold. "Who said I was worried about her?"
“Not worried about her? Then why did you call me over in the middle of night?” James knew Lucian all too well.
There was something about this woman, Allison, that always triggered different emotions in Lucian.
Lucian seemed to have his thoughts exposed, his face taut with displeasure. "You can leave now."
"Ouch, you're kicking me out now that you're done with me? That's cold," James sat leisurely on the couch, tapping his knee. "I've decided to spend the night here."
Lucian flashed a small smile and pulled out his phone. "Hello, I'm the resident of building A. Can you send your security over? There is a..."
James immediately stood up. "Alright, alright, I get it. I'll leave on my own." He chuckled, "Don't let me interrupt your good time with Allison!"
"Don't you think she's a bit hypocritical? In front of you, she appears very gentle, but in private, she is completely different." James said leisurely, "Maybe she just wants to show her best side to you, which is not entirely wrong."
But she was just too fake.
As a good friend of Lucian, James didn't think highly of Penelope. When he heard that Lucian was going to marry her, he was shocked.
The man sat on the brown leather couch, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "Check out a guy for me."
"Who?"
"A guy named Robbie. Find out who he's been in contact with. Has he received any large transfers to his account?"
Lucian squinted, calmly contemplating. Perhaps the problem lay somewhere else.
A man named Robbie suddenly showed up in the pictures, he found him and got some so-called information. But the information could be fabricated and the man could have been bought off.
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