Chapter 33_ Ruthlessness!

Away from Lucas's Villa, Wilson’s mansion loomed like a vigilant sentinel on the outskirts of the metropolis, its grandiose façade veiled in an aura of malice. In the parlor, seated at the dining table, Wilson partook in dinner with his daughter, Elizabeth, as they conversed about their earlier scheme that had been executed in the afternoon.

Seated at the table, Elizabeth appeared delicate with her porcelain skin, her pale hands firmly grasping a fork as she savored a slice of steak from the plethora of dishes before her. She then gazed up at her father, uttering her thoughts.

"Daddy, do you believe our scheme was successful? Any word from those ruffians you dispatched?" Elizabeth inquired, her steak still in her mouth as she reached for a glass of milk.

Wilson's brows furrowed as he regarded his daughter, answering, "I have yet to receive an update from them. It's peculiar that they have not reported to me yet, and I cannot shake this ominous feeling." A feeling of dread gnawed at h