WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND

Chapter Eight

Lukas stood at the front of a smooth, private boat. Next to him, Sofia Laurent leaned on the railing, on her jacket, a shiny green pin from the Laurent family showed her heritage. She had just given Lukas a matching pin—a heavy, detailed gem that felt like a key to a secret world.

“This grants you elite access to our botanical resources,” Sofia said. “Centuries of plant knowledge, rare specimens, everything you could want. The medicinal roots you asked for? They’ll be yours by morning, you saved Pieter. This is the least I can do.”

Lukas turned the pin over in his hand, this was a new beginning. “Thank you,” he said, his voice low. “Those roots will help more than just Pieter.”

Sofia smiled, a flicker of playfulness in her eyes. “You’re a rare one, Lukas Brandt. Most men would’ve demanded more by now.” She leaned closer, the boat’s gentle sway bringing her near. “The Laurents reward loyalty.”

Before Lukas could respond, the sound of engines broke the quiet of the night. Three speedboats emerged from the shadows, their hulls slicing the water, the men on them wore dark masks. The first boat bore a scarred man, his face half-lit by a lantern, his voice rough as gravel. “Sofia Laurent,” he barked, “hand over your company’s research. Now.”

Lukas’s muscles tensed. Years of studying plants had sharpened not just his mind but his body, hours spent foraging, climbing, and training in the precise movements of martial arts to protect himself in the wild. He stepped in front of Sofia. “Stay back,” he murmured, he stared directly at the scarred enforcer.

Sofia’s hand gripped the railing, her voice steady despite the threat. “You’re Maarten Kroon’s dogs, aren’t you?” she said, naming the shady biotech tycoon whose name whose name was known for having a ruthless ambition. “Tell him to crawl out of his hole himself.”

The enforcer sneered, gesturing to his men. “Take her.” The speedboats closed in, the masked thugs holding batons and knives. Lukas moved like a tightly wound spring, his body fast and powerful. He jumped onto the closest speedboat, kicking a thug in the chest and knocking him into the canal with a splash. Another thug attacked with a knife, but Lukas quickly stepped aside, grabbed the thug’s wrist, and twisted it skillfully. The knife fell to the deck, and a quick kick to the thug’s knee sent him into the water too.

Sofia watched, her breath catching as Lukas fought with a skill that didn’t match how calm he seemed. She grabbed a boat hook from the deck, as she joined the fray, pinning a third thug against the railing with the metal prong at his throat. “Who sent you?” she demanded, with an icy voice.

The scarred enforcer stayed on his boat, unsure what to do as Lukas took down the last of his men, who fell into the dark water with splashes. Lukas turned around, breathing hard, and stared at the enforcer. “Talk,” he said quietly but seriously. “Or you’re next.”

The enforcer’s fake confidence broke when Sofia gave him a hard look with Lukas by her side. “Maarten Kroon,” he said angrily, his scarred face showing hate. “He wants your research—your biotech patents. He said you’re a danger to him.”

Sofia pressed the boat hook harder, her eyes blazing. “Tell Kroon this: come for me again, and the Laurents will bury him.” She released the enforcer, shoving him back. “Go.” The man hurried to his boat, and the other thugs quickly climbed on. Their engines roared as they sped away into the night.

Lukas breathed out slowly. The boat’s captain, who had stayed quiet and didn’t join the fight, guided them back toward the city center. Sofia leaned on the railing, calming down, but her eyes showed something new—maybe admiration or curiosity. “You fight like you heal,” she said with a playful tone. “Carefully and dangerous. Where does a herbalist learn to fight like that?”

Lukas wiped sweat from his forehead, looking serious. “Gathering plants isn’t always safe,” he said. “You learn to protect what’s yours.”

Sofia tilted her head, studying him. “You saved me tonight, Lukas. Name your price. Anything.” Her tone was playful, but her eyes showed she really meant it.

Lukas met her eyes, his voice firm. “The roots, that’s all I need.” He slipped the emerald crest pin into his pocket. “But you have to be careful. Kroon isn’t working by himself. Big biotech bosses like him have friends, lots of money, and strong anger. You need a plan, not just warnings.”

Sofia’s smile faded, into a calculating nod. “You’re right, I'll dig into Kroon’s network. But I don’t fight alone either.” She gestured to the pin in his pocket. “You’re part of this now, Lukas. The Laurents don’t forget their allies.”