Divorced

“I want her dead–I want her to suffer a fate worse than death!” Aveline clung to Lucas‘ arm, her tear–filled eyes blazing with intense hatred.

“Alright,” Lucas agreed almost instantly, without a second thought. He then turned to Sasha. “Go bring her here.”

Sasha hesitated for a moment, then quickly responded, “Okay.”

But as she reached the door, she paused and looked back. “If she sees Aveline like this…

Lucas realized the issue and looked down at Aveline, who was trembling against him, too exhausted to speak. “I’ll have someone take her out. You can watch everything from the surveillance room, okay?”

Aveline, having just poured out all her emotions, was too drained to respond. She simply leaned against Lucas, her body still shaking.

Lucas turned to Sasha. “Keep an eye on Sophia. Don’t let her leave too soon.”

“Got it.” Sasha nodded before leaving the room.

Maria stood up, exchanged a glance with Lucas, and then gently said to Aveline, “Let’s go home and get you changed, alright?”

Aveline nodded weakly. “Okay.”

Maria helped Aveline to her feet. “Mr. Tudor, I’ll take her home now.”

“Alright,” Lucas replied.

As Maria and Aveline left, Lucas sank into the sofa in the private room, lighting a cigarette. Smoke swirled around him as he replayed Aveline’s words in his mind. Her voice, full of despair, echoed in his thoughts–she blamed him for all her suffering.

Taking out his phone, Lucas dialed Desmond’s number.

“Hello, Mr. Tudor,” Desmond answered quickly, a hint of confusion in his voice. “Have there been any large transfers from the company recently?” Lucas asked coldly. “I’ll check with the finance department,” Desmond replied.

“Do it quickly,” Lucas demanded, his tone icy.

As he hung up, Lucas took another drag of his cigarette, his mind consumed by the image of Aveline’s tear–streaked, hopeless face. She had said that all her pain was

because of him.

She had asked him to let her go.

He had tried–he had genuinely attempted to let her go, thinking he could return to the way things were before, just as he had once managed to live without her. But he had failed. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He realized that he couldn’t be without her. Even if she never smiled at him again, he still wanted her near.

Letting her go? He knew now that he could never do it, not in this lifetime.

About five minutes later, Desmond called back. “Mr. Tudor, there was indeed a ten million dollars transfer. After investigating, I found out that it was arranged by Barbara, who directed the funds to invest in Miss Winter’s company.”

A cold, dangerous gleam flashed in Lucas’s eyes. “Fire everyone involved. Blacklist them across the entire industry.”

Desmond was shocked but quickly responded, “Understood!”

This was a serious matter–one that had crossed Lucas‘ bottom line.

Desmond couldn’t help but wonder what had caused Barbara’s sudden change in behavior. She had once been so fond of Aveline, but after regaining her clarity, she seemed to have taken a liking to Sophia instead.

It was baffling.

Back at home, Aveline showered and changed into fresh clothes, feeling much calmer.

When she emerged from her room, she found Maria sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. Hearing Aveline’s footsteps, Maria looked up and, noticing that she seemed more composed, stood up and asked, “How are you feeling now?”

“I’m okay. Let’s go,” Aveline replied.

Maria’s expression was a mix of concern and doubt. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”