Lucas Hughes froze up completely, nearly wetting himself on the spot.
He stood there trembling from head to toe, his legs shaking so hard it was as if they might give out, not daring to even turn his head around.
Terrified that Alexander Johnson might suddenly change his mind, send soone over, and chop him to pieces.
"Lucas Hughes, the young lady has spoken. Co with us."
It was only when he heard those words from behind him that Lucas finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t Alexander; turns out it was Selene Wilson.
But no matter what, anything was better than Alexander Johnson.
Earlier, Lucas had been absolutely frightened out of his wits by Alexander.
As for Selene Wilson, Lucas felt she was unlikely to use any truly ruthless thods, being a woman and all.
"Alright."
He nodded and imdiately followed the people Selene Wilson had sent, getting into the car without hesitation.
About thirty minutes later, Lucas was taken to the front of a villa.
"You’re here!"
Stepping into the living room, Lucas spotted Selene Wilson sitting on the couch, legs crossed, as though she’d been waiting for him.
"Miss Wilson, what business do you have with ?"
At this stage, Lucas wasn’t overly tense or scared yet, treating the encounter like a normal conversation with Selene Wilson.
"What business? Ha. You’ve got so nerve asking that."
Selene chuckled lightly. She picked up a dagger from the table, unsheathed it, and began to play with it in her hand.
"I... Did I do sothing wrong, Miss Wilson? Please, just say it and I’ll fix it!"
The sight of the gleaming dagger left Lucas utterly dumbfounded; his voice faltered as he stamred out his words.
"What did Alexander Johnson want from you? Has he already figured out that you’ve been working with ?"
Selene Wilson seed very pleased with the look of sheer terror on Lucas’s face. She continued to spin the dagger in her hand, speaking in a deliberate, unhurried manner.
"Y-Yes."
Lucas nervously gulped down mouthfuls of air, his throat dry.
"Lucas Hughes, you’d better tell the truth, word for word, leaving nothing out. Now spill every single thing you said to Neil Johnson tonight. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe!"
Selene Wilson lifted her gaze, throwing Lucas a sharp glance.
She grabbed the dagger and, with a loud "clang," slamd it down hard onto the table.
"I’ll talk! Miss Wilson, anything you want to know, I’ll tell you. I promise I’ll hold nothing back, hide nothing at all. I swear!"
Lucas’s face turned pale as ash. Terrified beyond belief, he dropped to his knees with a loud thud and spilled every detail of what had transpired that night to Selene Wilson.
There wasn’t a shred of deception in his words.
After all, Selene Wilson wasn’t any ordinary person—she was the Wilson Family’s eldest lady. Her influence and thods were surely not sothing to take lightly.
If Lucas dared to lie and Selene found out, he’d end up suffering far more than he bargained for.
Right now, having Alexander Johnson as a threat was bad enough; he couldn’t afford to add another to the pile.
"Lucas Hughes, you really had the gall to betray ! You’ve grown tired of living, haven’t you? In all my life, no one has ever dared to treat this way. Ha. You’re begging for death!"
To Lucas’s horror, upon hearing his confession, Selene Wilson bolted upright and lunged at him like a flash, dagger aid straight for him.
"No, no, Miss Wilson, listen to ! I had no other choice! If I hadn’t said those things to Young Mister Johnson, there’s no way I could’ve left there alive. How else could we continue working together after that? Don’t you agree?"
Lucas Hughes felt as though his entire blood flow had frozen solid—his terror was written all over his face as he desperately pleaded and explained.
"So that’s your excuse for selling out? You want to die!"
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