After finishing his words, Grant walked away without looking back

Lucas' expression darkened, and a shadow loomed over his brows as he pressed the bell on the desk.

Moments later, the secretary entered respectfully. "Mr. Fowler."

"My dear nephew has been acting less than obedient lately," Lucas said, his tone calm but laced with menace. "It seems he needs a little wake-up call."

Lowering his gaze, Lucas reached for his cigar.

The secretary, sharp and compliant, stepped forward and extended his palm.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Lucas extinguished the cigar in the man's hand. The secretary did not even flinch. "Once you've wrapped up your current tasks, take a trip to Savrow and meet with someone on my behalf."

On the way to the airport after leaving the King's Club, Grant remained quiet, making the car eerily silent, which made Clarice's heart pound with unease.

a faint

not smiling,

curious why Lucas is no

in a cold sweat but hurriedly replied in a hushed voice. "Even if I'm curious,

to take his place. That's how Lucas enjoys his freedom

telling you this

posture. "Please give your

opportunity to visit Fifth Prison. Get

"Get him out?"

in there lately. To prevent any complications, we

languid, almost lazy. "A sudden, unexplained death in prison would stir up trouble and attract unwanted attention. You're a prison doctor, so you can find a way to have him

Clarice responded,

buzzed. She glanced at the screen

her

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