Luke extended his hand to the driver. "Let me use your phone." The back of his hand was grazed. The skin and flesh were visible, and it was covered in sticky red and white liquid. It looked quite horrifying. The driver handed the phone to him while frowning. "Mr. Crawford, do you think you should attend to the wound on your hand…" Luke wagged his hand at him and dialed a phone number. "It's me, Bea…" The man's icy voice instantly became warm and gentle. Bianca told him all about Old Master Rayne, and Luke's expression became solemn like never before. "Don't worry, wait for me at home. I'll go back this instant." … As Luke drove at full speed, he thought about how to capture Robert and, at the same time, wondered how he could bring Bianca out of Russia safely. The Russian government had found and destroyed the League of Shadows's headquarters, but Robert, the mastermind behind the organization had escaped. As long as Robert roamed free, he would pose a threat to Luke and
Luke knew that Robert was a cunning and dangerous individual who had always been careful to leave no traces. Otherwise, why would the Russian government not have evidence of his crimes for so many years? Moreover, Ray and Percy had not managed to stop him, which was further proof of his insidiousness. It would be risky for Bianca and Luke to leave Moscow now, but Old Master Rayne might not be able to wait. They had to return to A City as soon as possible. If Luke had to choose between staying and leaving, he would not hesitate to choose the latter. "I'll have to bring Bianca back to A City tonight no matter what, Ray. According to my estimates, Robert should be most likely in…" Luke discussed discreetly with Ray. He closed his eyes, hoping that his information would be helpful to Ray and Percy in capturing Robert. … Meanwhile, in a secret room in Robert's mansion. The atmosphere was fraught with hostility. A tall and muscular man with graying hair, dressed in an extra
Robert looked at his subordinates sprawled all over the ground. They were shot in the heart and died instantly. A devilishly handsome man stood not far away from him, smiling brazenly. His gaze was sharp as a knife as they stared at him as though he was prey. Soon, Robert came to his senses. He knew that the man in front of him was Percy Mallory, the underworld crime lord of A City. However, they never had any interactions with each other because their territories were so far apart. Why was Percy in Moscow pointing a gun at his head? Robert smiled superficially and said arrogantly, "So it's you, Mr. Mallory. How unexpected. I don't remember having any grudges between us, so I don't understand why you're pointing a gun to my head." Percy was not surprised that Robert recognized him. "I don't need a reason for you to die!" Percy said coldly as he continued to point the gun at Robert's head. Robert laughed out loud. "So many people want me dead. Do you think you can do i
Paramount Hospital, A City. When Bianca and Luke rushed over, the red light outside the operating room was still on. Wanda Rayne sat on the bench in the corridor like a stiff puppet and stared blankly at the red light. Her sickly face appeared paler, and her expression was filled with numbness as well as sorrow. "Aunt Wanda..." Bianca quietly walked to Wanda. She suppressed her grief, squatted next to Wanda, and held her cold hand. "How’s Grandpa now? How did it happen? How did he fall?" Wanda's pale and tired face worried her. The last time Bianca saw her was two weeks ago. Aunt Wanda, who was once as full of life like a peony in full bloom, now looked shriveled and skinny. Her alluring beauty had dissipated.If the woman in front of her did not share the same face as Aunt Wanda’s, Bianca would never have thought that they were the same person. However, Wanda did not seem to hear her. She did not respond and continued staring blankly at the operatin
Bianca was riddled with guilt and blamed herself for what was happening while Wanda refused to accept it. Wanda, who had always been calm and restrained, suddenly covered her eyes and burst into tears. "God, are you trying to kill everyone in the Rayne family? Why are you making all of us sick? My brother passed away from cancer, I have cancer, and now even my dad has brain tumors. Why are you doing this to our family?!" Bianca felt like she had lost all her strength. Wanda's ramblings made her heart sink as if someone had stabbed through her heart with a chisel. It hurt so much that she felt like she was about to go mad. All she could do was hug Wanda, who was on the verge of collapse. She kept comforting her, saying, "Aunt Wanda, everything will be fine. Trust me, okay? No matter what, I’ll always be by your side..." Luke was the first to come back to his senses. He furrowed his brows and asked Johann in a serious tone, "Based on Old Master Rayne’s current si
By the time Bianca came out of the ICU, it was almost noon. Bianca glanced at Wanda who was still waiting on the bench and a pang of sadness hit her. She said in a low voice, "Aunt Wanda, you need to take care of yourself. Please go home and get some rest. I’ll be here to watch over Grandpa. When you come back, please bring some of his necessities with you." Wanda got up from the bench and shook her head. "Bea, you came to the hospital as soon as you got off the plane. You must be very tired after the long journey. I’m alright. You and Luke should go home first. I’m sure Lanie and Rainie must miss both of you very much." Bianca insisted, "No, Aunt Wanda. I can't go back now. I won't be able to have peace of mind until Grandpa wakes up." Wanda looked at Luke for help. Luke glanced at Bianca's somewhat wrinkled clothes and said tactfully, "It’s pointless for so many of us to stay here considering that Grandpa hasn't woken up yet. We should head home first to ease
Wanda was touched when she saw how Luke defended Bianca. Bianca had chosen the right man to spend her life with. She found a good man who loved her and protected her. Under his protection, no matter how arrogant and defiant Allison was, she would not be able to harm Bianca. Old Master Crawford looked around and realized that Tommy was not with them. His questioning eyes fell on Bianca as he said, "By the way, where’s my dear Tommy? Why isn’t he here? You didn't lose Tommy, did you?" Tommy was only a little over two years old. He was Old Master Crawford’s pride and joy. Although he was naughty, his cheeky appearance often made Old Master Crawford laugh. Old Master Crawford liked him even more than the twins. Bianca said, "Grandpa, my parents missed Tommy, so I sent him to the Norman residence to spend some time with them. I’ll bring him over in two days." "Bring him here as soon as possible! Tommy’s surname is Crawford, he has no business staying in the Norman r
After more than two years of absence, Blanche had grown a lot taller. Perhaps because he was a boy, he was half a head taller than his twin sister. His face was still handsome and eye-catching. His slightly curly natural hair made him look like a prince who came out of a fairy tale. No one would be able to look away after catching a glance at him. However, Lanie was staring at Luke with a complicated expression. He seemed excited, confused, and annoyed at the same time. Luke was not sure how to react but found it funny. He beckoned to Blanche in a fatherly tone, saying, "Come here, don't you remember me?" Blanche hesitated for a quarter of an hour before walking slowly to Luke's side. He said in a neutral tone, "Dad." He was mad at Luke—mad that he had disappeared for so long; mad that his disappearance had made his mother’s life so hard; mad that everyone else had their parents by their side but he and his sister suddenly came from a single-parent family.