?Chapter 2363


    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.


    Momentster, the secretary entered respectfully. "Mr. Fowler."


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


    Lowering his gaze, Lucas reached for his cigar.


    The secretary, sharp andpliant, 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 rice''s heart pound with unease.


    Normally, Grant always carried a faint smile on his lips.


    When he was not smiling, it meant trouble.


    "You must be curious," Grant suddenly spoke. His half-lidded eyes revealed a glimmer of cold calction. His pale lips parted slowly. "You''re curious why Lucas is no longer in prison and is instead swaggering around Sentania. And if he''s here, then who''s the one serving his sentence in Savrow''s prison?"


    rice broke out in a cold sweat but hurriedly replied in a hushed voice. "Even if I''m curious, I wouldn''t dare ask unless you wish to tell me..."


    "I arranged for a scapegoat to take his ce. That''s how Lucas enjoys his freedom today."This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Grant''s smile was enigmatic, his tone teasing. "I''m telling you this because there''s something you need to do next."


    rice quickly straightened her posture. "Please give your orders."


    "When you return to Savrow, find an opportunity to visit Fifth Prison. Get the scapegoat out."


    "Get him out?"


    "I''ve heard reports that he''s been restless in theretely. To prevent anyplications, we can''t leave him inside. But we also can''t kill him."


    Grant closed his eyes slightly, his voice growingnguid, almostzy. "A sudden, unexined 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 transferred out."


    "Yes, I understand," rice responded, grasping the underlying message.


    Just then, her phone buzzed. She nced at the screen and quickly answered.


    A few secondster, her expression stiffened and turned grim.


    "What''s wrong?" Grant asked, his tone nonchnt.


    "Sir..."


    rice took a deep breath, clutching her phone tightly. "The people I assigned to keep an eye on Ms. Thompson at the hospital just reported that Justin went to visit her earlier."


    She continued, "They were alone in the ward for quite some time."


    A dangerous glint shed in Grant''s eyes. His pale, graceful hand gradually curled into a tightened fist, radiating a menacing aura.


    From the beginning, Be had always been just a pawn on his chessboard, but now an indescribable weight settled in his chest.


    It felt stifling, hidden, and hazy, not fully rising nor fading away.


    This was a sensation he had never encountered before.


    "My dear brother truly is troublesome," Grant finally said, forcing out a chillingugh. "rice, sometimes you really can''t afford to show mercy to people."