The Reign Of Medical Sovereign

You must be mistaken

“Mr. Brown, here you are,” Jude hurried towards Lucien with a wide smile.

“Jude what's happening here?” Lucien frowned slightly, his eyes darting around, wondering what was going on.

“Sir, we caught the thief who stole from you,” Jude replied, a smug smile plastered on his face as he spoke.

“A thief?” Lucien's expression darkened as soon as he heard this.

“Stole it from me?” He muttered again, his brows narrowing into a thin line.

“Yes sir.” Jude, who heard this, nodded hurriedly and stretched out the card Logan had given him.

“Isn't that the reason you were coming to look for me, sir? Because someone stole from you, so you want me to be on the lookout and not let the person cash out the money,” Jude continued, giving Lucien the card.

“But you need to worry not, sir, as I've already caught the person. Also, I fired the cashier who was stupid enough to cash the money out.”

“I wouldn't have been able to do all of that if it were not for this young man who exposed the thief,” Jude concluded, pointing at Logan, who was grinning and was all over the moon.

“Mmmm,” Lucien nodded subconsciously; no one noticed that the expression on his face was getting darker and darker with each second.

What the heck was this? Wasn't this the card he gave to the young man who saved his father?

Now someone was declaring him a thief. What the heck was Jude thinking? Was that how the young man would have been humiliated if he hadn't happened to come to the bank?

An inconceivable anger grew in Lucien's heart thinking about this. His body shook with rage while his eyes became red.

He didn't know what he would have done if the young man had been imprisoned.

Probably, even they wouldn't be able to wash the stain off their bodies in their lives.

“Sir. I….”

“Pak!”

A loud slap resounded throughout as Jude froze in place, holding his face, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he couldn't believe Lucien slapped him.

“Sir…”

“Shut your twerp, you trash!” Lucien roared, veins bulging out of his head, his eyes red, while his body shook.

“But sir….” Jude stuttered, looking rather confused, wondering why Lucien would slap him.

“I said shut the heck up, or do you want me to make you?” Lucien growled, glaring at Jude, while clenching the card in his hand as anger burned through his veins.

How was he supposed to explain this to the young man? He wouldn't have forgiven himself if something had happened to him.

After all, it was his fault for all of these. Taking in a deep breath, he walked towards Julian under everyone's shocked gaze and gave a low bow.

“Esteemed sir, I really do apologize for my subordinate's rudeness; please find it in your heart to forgive him,” Lucien apologized, swallowing his saliva, hoping Julian would accept his apology.

He had saved his father after all. Besides, that was not the only thing. His father would skin him alive if he were to hear that the person who saved his life was treated like a criminal.

Even if he jumped into the Red Sea, that wouldn't be enough to wash away all of his guilt.

“It's you, Mr. Brown,” Julian smiled, feeling rather surprised by Lucien's arrival.

“I was just about to ask them to call you and confirm if you were the one who gave me the card or if I really did steal it,” Julian chuckled, his gaze landing on Logan.

“So do you believe I didn't steal the card?” He added, the smile on his face growing wider with each second.

“Impossible,” Logan shook his head, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets.

“Mr. Brown, you must be mistaken,” Logan quickly said, approaching Lucien.

“Perhaps you have mistaken him for someone else,” he continued, still not believing his eyes.

“I know this trash, and there's no way he would have done something worthy enough for you to give him such an amount. I'm confident you must have mistaken him for another person.”

“Yes, he's been my husband for years now, and yet, he's utterly useless,” Lyra chipped in, nodding at Logan's words.

“And you are?” Lucien asked, his brows narrowing slightly, staring at Logan.

“I'm Logan, Logan Anderson; my father is James Anderson,” Logan answered, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

“So you're James's son,” Lucien murmured, a glint flashing in his eyes.

“Yes sir.”

“I see,” Lucien muttered, pulling out his phone to make a call.

“Brandon, withdraw all cooperation with the Anderson family immediately,” Lucien commanded, then ended the call.

Instantly, Logan's expression turned ugly, his face as dark as the coal.

“Sir…”

“Throw this idiot out of my sight,” Lucien turned to his guards and instructed.

“Yes sir,” the guards reacted immediately and grabbed Lucien and Lyra, who were struggling.

“Sir, you have to believe me, I know that idiot; he couldn't possibly be of any value to you. Whatever he did for you must have been a scam.” Logan screamed as he struggled, but to no result; his attempt was futile.

“Sir, please have a Rethink!”

“Break his legs,” Lucien said in a cold voice, his eyes held contempt.

Hearing this, Logan instantly went mute, his body shook and shuddered with fear, while his eyes opened wide.

“Hubby please, you can't let them do this to me, right?” Lyra suddenly screamed, looking over at Julian.

“You still love me, right?”

“We've been together for many years!” Lyra screamed as she struggled against the guard's grip.

“Let her go,” Julian spoke, his gaze landing on Lyra, who was covered with sweat, begging with all she had.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your wife,” Lucien instantly apologized, at the same time signaling the guards to put Lyra down while they carried Logan out.

“It's fine,” Lucien replied, sounding rather bland as he turned to Lyra, who was rushing towards him.