After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"You! What have you done?" Mark's voice trembled with panic upon hearing Lucas' words.

Lucas curled his lips into a cold smile, his gaze sharp and menacing. "Who contacted you, and where is Annie now? I want all the details. Miss even one, and your son will lose a finger. Don't doubt me I'm capable of anything." Without waiting for Mark to respond, Lucas hung up the phone.

"That devil!" Mark glared at the disconnected call, smashing his phone in anger. His chest heaved violently, his face turning ashen.

His assistant, seeing the outburst, cautiously asked, "What should we do now, Mr. Lewis?"

Mark's face darkened. "Contact him. If he can get my son out, I'll agree to whatever he asks!"

The assistant hesitated, worried. "But if Lucas finds out about this..."

"Just do it!" Mark snapped. "Also, prepare a detailed list of everything involved in this incident. Write down everything he might want!"

It was clear he was ready to switch sides. If the other party couldn't help him, he'd turn to Lucas in an instant.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the assistant quickly answered, "Yes, sir."

passed slowly, each minute dragging

and after about

screen, the

Mark's

"Hello?"

lack the spirit of cooperation. I've just sent you

sense of foreboding washed over

photo arrived on Mark's shattered phone screen. Through the web of cracks, he could see son curled up on the floor, his left hand drenched in blood. His son was clutching his wrist,

Lucas really did it!

fear. Lucas knew he had sent someone to contact that other

about the online backlash. He could resolve it easily if he wanted

out on Mark's back as dread filled

quickly dialed

to Lucas immediately.