When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 882: Settling the Score with Her

"And then we kept putting it off, thinking that... it went against the code of the underworld. So after she was imprisoned, we still decided to get it done, also... to establish so influence on the road."

Upon hearing this, Adrian Lancaster imdiately kicked towards him! He bent down, grabbed his shirt, and landed a heavy punch on his face!

He then proceeded to violently kick the three of them again! Yet, no amount could vent the anger in his heart.

Even if he cut them into a thousand pieces, it wouldn’t be enough to erase the harm caused by this incident.

Adrian Lancaster vented for half an hour. Like a trapped beast, he finally stood up, adjusted his collar, and instructed his subordinates——

"Keep a close eye on them, no food or drink allowed! No letting them escape!"

"Yes, boss."

Adrian Lancaster shot an angry glare at the n on the ground, turned, and left the abandoned house, driving straight to the prison.

On the way, he made a call——

"I want to see lanie Lancaster." His voice was cold and direct, "Arrange a prison visit for , thank you."

anwhile, as he drove to the prison, lanie Lancaster was inford that her nephew was coming to visit her.

She was bewildered, "Adrian Lancaster?"

"How many nephews do you have?" the prison warden asked. "Of course, it’s Mr. Lancaster. Hurry up and get ready."

lanie couldn’t figure it out. Why would Adrian Lancaster have the ti to co see her?

She had also seen the news recently. Faye Turner was missing, apparently pushed into the river, and the river search had not stopped...

Yes, the prison arranged for everyone to watch the news during dinner every day, so they wouldn’t beco detached from society.

Adrian Lancaster coming at this ti could not be a good thing.

Perhaps even lanie herself had forgotten that before she went to prison, she had given so money to people on the road, arranging a task for them.

She wanted Faye Turner’s life.

So, when Adrian Lancaster t lanie, the warden was very courteous, "Mr. Lancaster, take your ti catching up. We’ll be waiting outside."

Upon saying this, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Adrian Lancaster turned around, and after the people left, he locked the door.

This action made lanie’s heart tighten. She glanced at the door handle, and when she looked at him again, she was not only guilty but also in a panic, unable to figure out why he was there.

But it certainly wasn’t with good intentions.

Adrian Lancaster, suppressing his anger, with somber eyes, walked towards her step by step.

lanie Lancaster, under his icy gaze, enveloped by his aura, couldn’t help but retreat...

"Adrian, you... you ca to see Auntie... what do you want?" She was in a panic.

Adrian Lancaster didn’t answer, his bloodthirsty eyes staring at her coldly, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

These days he truly looked haggard and aged, not even bothering to shave his stubble.

"Adrian, I saw on the news... the news said... sothing happened to Faye Turner, is it true?" she feigned concern.

At this mont, Adrian Lancaster’s fists were tightly clenched. He stood before lanie, and lanie had nowhere to retreat, her back pressed against the wall, looking at him with alarm and fear.

The next second, he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face with full force!

"Ah—"

With the crisp sound of the slap, the middle-aged woman’s face was not only turned to the side, but she was also knocked to the ground!

Such strength, it hurt so much!

The people outside heard the noise and opened the door, but found it locked. They cald down, released their hand, and pretended not to hear.

In the corner, Adrian Lancaster squatted down, raised his hand to grab her chin, forcing her to look up.

lanie Lancaster propped herself up with one hand on the ground, blood at the corner of her mouth, looking disoriented into his eyes, her body trembling.

"You paid for a hit, to take my wife’s life?" His thin lips parted slightly, the man’s voice cold enough to cut to the bone, "How vicious of you."