Chapter 76 His True Intentions

• Lucas leaned back in his leather armchair, his finger drumming rhythmically against the glass of whiskey in his hand. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, each second stretching his patience thinner. His jaw clenched as he glanced at the time again.
• “Sir, there’s no trace of her nearby,” Greg voiced anxiously as he entered into the living area.
• “She said she’d be gone for just a moment. It’s past 10PM, it’s been well over three hours she left,” Lucas replied angrily.