The NIS director sat at his desk, a deep frown etched on his face as he read through the latest report on the plane crash. His phone rang, and he picked it up with a sense of urgency. "Get me Lucas on the line," he ordered his secretary, his voice firm and commanding. A few minutes later, Lucas was connected to the call, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. The director motioned for him to take a seat, his eyes fixed on Lucas. "Lucas, I need to ask you some questions about your father," the director began, his tone serious. Lucas nodded, his mind racing with a million thoughts. "I'll do my best to answer," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. The director leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "We have reason to believe that your father may have been involved in the plane crash. Do you have any information that could help us understand his possible motives or involvement?" Lucas's eyes widened in shock, and he struggled to process the weight of th

Lucas's unease continued to gnaw at him as he looked at his uncle, James, searching for any sign of reassurance. "Uncle James, I need to know what your plan is in all of this. I can't shake the feeling that there's more going on than we realize."James paused, his expression softening as he regarded Lucas with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Lucas, I'm here to support you every step of the way. But I think it's best if we keep our investigation on the low for now."Lucas furrowed his brow, a tinge of frustration creeping into his voice. "On the low? But Uncle James, we can't afford to be passive about this. There's too much at stake."James placed a reassuring hand on Lucas's shoulder, his voice calm but firm. "I understand your urgency, Lucas, but we need to be cautious. We don't know who we can trust right now. We have to be strategic about our next moves."Lucas nodded reluctantly, understanding the wisdom in his uncle's words. "I get it, Uncle James. It's just hard not to

Rickard drove, his eyes darting between the road and the man in black, who was now sprinting ahead. "What's going on, Lucas?" Rickard asked, his voice urgent.Lucas's gaze remained fixed on the man as he replied, "I've seen that guy many times. He's been hanging around the office, I think he might be involved in all of this somehow."Rickard's jaw tightened as he focused on tailing the mysterious figure. "We can't let him get away. We need to find out who he is and what he's up to," he said, determination lacing his words.The tension in the car was palpable as Rickard expertly maneuvered through traffic, never losing sight of the man in black. Lucas's eyes remained trained on their target, his mind racing with who the man might be.The man dressed in black turned to see the car almost catching up, he didn't notice the vehicle coming from the side. With a sickening crunch, it rammed into him, sending him sprawling to the ground. The screech of tires filled the air as the car skidded t

Flint's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at his sister, a tense silence hanging between them. Alex shot her a warning look, urging her to keep quiet to avoid Lucas overhearing their conversation. "Shut up, Sonya," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low and urgent. "Go back to your room."Just as Sonya reluctantly turned to leave, a door creaked open, and Rickard emerged from Lucas's room, his phone pressed to his ear. With a practiced ease, he feigned a casual conversation, exchanging pleasantries with the twins as he made his way past them. "Yes, of course, we'll discuss the details later," he said smoothly into the phone, nodding politely at Flint and Alex.As Rickard left the hallway, the twins exchanged a quick, wary glance before turning their attention back to the task at hand. The air crackled with tension as they both knew they were walking on thin ice. The urgency of the situation hung heavy in the air, and they knew they had to tread carefully to avoid any misste

Rickard nodded, his expression mirroring the gravity of the situation. "I'll get him right away," he said, his voice tinged with urgency.Racheal stepped forward, her eyes meeting Lucas's with determination. "We can't let this escalate any further. We need to figure out who's behind this before it's too late," she said, her voice unwavering.Lucas nodded, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities. "We'll get to the bottom of this, no matter what it takes," he said, his tone resolute. "But first, we need to make sure everyone is safe."The tension in the room was palpable as they all realized the gravity of the situation. With the threat looming over them, they knew they had to act quickly and decisively to protect themselves and those they cared about.As Rickard hurried off to the Bryan house, Lucas paced back and forth in his office, his mind churning with thoughts of how to handle the situation. Racheal stood by the door, her brow furrowed in deep contemplation."Lucas,