Divorced

Chapter 521

By the time Sophia realized that everything she had bought was defective, it would be too late to hold anyone accountable as those involved would have already disappeared.

The people Sasha had arranged to contact Sophia were all from shell companies, specializing in scams. Aveline’s eyes brightened as she asked, “How much did she invest?”

Sasha couldn’t hide her amusement. “She put in all the available funds of her company.”

Aveline was surprised that Sophia had gambled so recklessly. All her investment had now gone down the drain.

Sasha continued, “This failure is a significant blow to her. Not only did she fail to deliver results, but her company now needs family support to stay afloat. My father is very disappointed in her and has ordered her to secure Lucas. Aveline, the next step is up to you.”

Aveline took a deep breath and said, “Got it.”

After hanging up, a look of determination appeared in her eyes. She could ignore many things, but she had to settle this score. If Sophia wanted her dead, she would make her life unbearable.

She looked at Lucas‘ number on her phone and dialed it without hesitation. After three rings, the call went unanswered and eventually disconnected.

Aveline frowned. What was going on? Why wasn’t he answering? What was he doing?

Thinking it over, she called Desmond.

“Mrs Tudor,” Desmond’s respectful voice came through.

“Where is Lucas?” Aveline asked.

Desmond hesitated before replying, “Mr. Tudor is not at the company. I don’t know where he is. Would you like me to contact him for you?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Aveline was even more puzzled. Desmond didn’t know either?

“Yes, please ask him for me,” Aveline said and hung up the phone.

It was a critical moment, so what was Lucas up to?

At Tudor family’s main mansion.

In the study.

Frederick’s expression grew darker as he reviewed the investigation report.

“Bang!” He slammed the documents onto the desk, glaring at Lucas. “What is the meaning of this? Why are you stopping my men from searching for Leo? Do you not want him to come back?”

Lucas‘ expression remained cold and indifferent. “I just don’t want you wasting resources on a dead man.” “Kneel!” Frederick shouted furiously, pointing at him. “Leo is your brother. He treated you so well, and you

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don’t want him back! Today, I will teach you a lesson, you ungrateful brat!”

He opened a cabinet, pulled out a long whip, and slammed it onto the floor, his eyes devoid of any warmth as he looked at Lucas.

Lucas stared back coolly, a faint sneer playing on his lips. “He died in front of me. I can still remember what his body looked like. Do you want me to draw it for you?”

“Kneel!” Frederick roared, lashing out with the whip.

Lucas knelt, the whip striking his body with fierce pain. Frederick’s blows grew harsher and more relentless.

“Why wasn’t it you who died back then?” he snarled, his face twisted with rage. All these years, he had agonized over this.

He desperately wished it had been Leo who survived.

He had never liked Lucas, never had. And now, Lucas was preventing him from finding Leo.

He couldn’t help but suspect that Lucas had deliberately caused Leo’s death back then.