Monica's face was red as a beetroot as she sat in her car outside the police station. She didn't know what to think."I can't believe this is happening."News of Lucian's arrest again had reached her through one of their house maids who had heard about it first.For all things good, she couldn't understand why Lucian was always getting arrested.This time for the murder of Tracy.As much as it broke her to hear that the popular owner of thegrowibg and thriving alchemy business was dead, it broke her even more that Lucian would be accused of her murder.Wasn't it the same Lucian the same person who kept running to her rescue all the time?Her driver's voice broke her out of her thoughts."Should I wait for you, madam?""Of course. Or do you think I want to trek back home?" She hadn't expected to snap at her driver but her nerves were getting the best of her.With a deep sigh, she got o

No sound. No movement. From where Lucian hid in the shadows, he was still as a rock, his breathing controlled but his senses heightened.Discerning that the steps were coming from the floor beneath his, he crept around the room, moving so stealthily that not a single sound could be heard.Judging from the steps; the weight and rhythm of them, the intruder was more than one person. There had to be at least three of them.He crept further until he was just leaking our of the secret room he had found the evidence.From the way they were walking, he had enough time to quietly analyze their pace and direction. A voice was speaking but it sounded very muddled and distant."Can't leave marks...""... did you say you dropped her?""Everything must be..."Moving with precision, Lucian silently maneuvered around the rusted railing, slipping into the darkest corner of the warehouse.The steps were getting louder now.This was an abandoned warehouse, known to have stopped functioning long befo

There were a couple of harmless emails in her spam. They looked like an advertisement for some kind of investment or partnership. But she had obviously left them in her spam. However, he went back to her primary emails, checking her last messages with the Jeffersons. Nothing fishy, apparently. But to Lucian who read between the lines, there was everything fishy about the interactions. The email seemed like random phishing emails but upon opening them, they were empty. Almost like they had been cleared. "Odd." The many emails didn't appear to be connected but they all followed the same pattern. The activities unsettled Lucian. Tracy had been repeatedly contacted and followed by a particular corporate account frequently. After a little bit of digging, he realised the truth; all activities traced back to the same source, leading him to piece together a fraction of this case. This account had reached out to her the day before she died for a false business meeting. No doubt, t

The old woman held onto a walking stick for some kind of support but with the way she moved, it didn't look like she needed it all that much."I hate having to repeat myself. Is this the household of Tracy's family?!"But just then, Blake snapped.It was either the rage that had settled within him, or it was the amount of alcohol he had consumed."How dare you?! Who the hell do you think you are to barge into here like you own this place?! Get out!!"His voice reverberated with power, his eyes red with rage and grief pressing to be unleashed.The old woman's gaze flickered to him like an insolent fly buzzing in her ears.Her eyes glinted with fake amusement."You want to know who I am?"Blake charged at them, his feet light as he lunged a blow at the woman.She stood still, unafraid.Without any signal from her, one of the men who had come with her caught Blake by his neck, squeezing it hard."Urggh!" Blake spluttered, clawing at the hand of the man.His mother's eyes were wide in fea

CHAPTER 120 Geraldine stumbled backwards from the force as she curved her aura. There was no way on earth Lucian could be a normal human being. "Answer me!" She screamed at him, her composure the most discomfited it had ever been. She took equal steps backwards as Lucian walked further into the house. "Answer me... Or you'll regret it!" Lucian's expression bore a horror that she feared she might not be able to stand. "You killed Tracy!" She shrugged nonchalantly. "How else was I supposed to get your attention?" Lucian's palms fisted. "You're supposed to be dead, Geraldine. Tell me this; how are you alive when your death was recorded years back?" Her expression contorted from a pale, white one to a sinister one again. At least she held that against Lucian. He was amazed. "I'm Geraldine. Even death knows that my will is more powerful than it. No one can stop me when I've set my mind to something. Not even death!" "Really? Because it did. We all attended your burial. Except