Eula chased Lance into the living room.
As soon as she entered, she saw Lance, with Xavier's help, turn around and stare directly at her.
His gaze was sharp like a blade, making her heart skip a beat. Forcing a smile, she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Eula, have we known each other for almost ten years?" Lance responded with a question.
Eula's unease grew stronger. She didn't understand why Lance suddenly asked this question.
While she hesitated, Lance's voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, sounded again. "In ten years, you should know my character well. If someone harms those I care about, I will pursue them to the ends of the earth."
Hearing this, Eula's heart grew even more chaotic.
"What's wrong? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" She feigned ignorance and looked at him blankly.
Lance met her gaze, his eyes growing colder by the second.
The surrounding air seemed to chill as well, making everything feel icy.
Seeing Eula's stubbornness, Lance's last bit of patience wore thin. He got straight to the point and demanded, "Where did you take Deanna?"
Almost immediately, Eula's pupils contracted sharply.
Had Lance found out?
Eula was shocked and unwilling to believe it.
Her plan had been so thorough, and she hadn't acted directly. How could Lance suspect her?
Wait...
Could Lance be bluffing because he couldn't find Deanna?
A myriad of thoughts flashed through Eula's mind.
But no matter what, she couldn't admit to being involved in this matter.
"What are you talking about? Miss Jones went with her mentor to the Martinez family for an apprenticeship ceremony. When did I ever capture her?" Eula feigned innocence.
Lance's eyes grew even darker.
He didn't want to waste time arguing pointlessly with Eula. Coldly, he called out, "Xavier."
"Yes!" Xavier understood and nodded. He retrieved a laptop from the briefcase behind the wheelchair and played surveillance footage taken from Duncan's villa on the nearby coffee table.
The video showed several foreign men skillfully attacking the villa.
Seeing the video, Eula's heart sank completely. Lance's angry voice rang in her ears again.
"How do you explain these men? Although I haven't met all your subordinates, I recognize this man. He's the captain of your team D, who once won an internal competition. I personally awarded him."
As Lance finished speaking, the video paused on a square-faced foreign man with a scar on his forehead.
Eula looked at him, filled with regret.
She never expected that Kabaf had been seen by Lance before.
Even so, she refused to admit it. "Lance, you must be mistaken. This man isn't the captain of my team D. He just looks very similar. You can't accuse me like this. Otherwise, I'll have the captain come to you!"
"No need to find me; I've already sent Randall to the base," Lance said coldly, his eyes filled with immense anger.
Eula's face changed slightly but kept her composure through her anger. She nodded and said, "Fine, if you don't believe me, let your man see for himself if my team D is in the country."
After speaking, she pretended to be angry and walked past Lance to sit on the sofa, using the movement to activate her communicator.
Though she didn't know how far Randall was from the base, she believed her subordinates could handle things before he arrived.
Indeed, three minutes before Randall reached the base, the second-in-command had completed the disguise and warmly welcomed Randall.
"Hey, what brings you here?"
"Cut the chatter. I'm here on orders to find someone. Where's your team D captain? Take me to him," Randall said bluntly.
The second-in-command frowned and looked cautiously. "Why are you looking for Kabaf? Did he offend you?"
"Just take me to him. My master is waiting for my report," Randall urged impatiently.
Hearing that Lance was waiting, the second-in-command didn't delay further and led Randall into the base and to the training ground.
Upon entering, he shouted to a group of people training, "Kabaf, come here."
"Yes!" A deep male voice echoed in the training room as a burly man ran over.
Seeing him, Randall frowned deeply.
This man looked very similar to the one in the photo his master had given him but wasn't the same person.
He lowered his voice and questioned, "Are you Kabaf?"
"If I'm not Kabaf, who else would be?" Kabaf replied irritably.