Chapter 109
Lucas slammed his phone down on the desk, his expression hardening with determination.
"He blocked me." Lucas looked at Juliana, his voice tinged with bitterness but more with an unwavering resolve. "Doesn't matter. I'll find him eventually."
Juliana walked over and gently patted his shoulder. "Don't rush it. Give him some time. Give yourself some time too. Some things can't be fixed overnight."
Lucas nodded. What he owed David was far more than just an apology.
……
After the rain, the night wind turned biting.
David walked down the street with his meager luggage, aimless. He'd barely left the Sharp family villa district when a black sedan pulled up silently beside him. The window rolled down, revealing Logan's smiling face.
"Where you headed, David? Middle of the night, nowhere to go?"
David stopped and turned.
"Don't be so cold." Logan pushed open the car door, gesturing for him to get in. "I've got something you might be interested in. A real gift."
David glanced at Logan, then at the car interior. He didn't get in.
Logan didn't seem bothered. He walked over to David and held out a business card. "This is my new company overseas. The main business happens to be right up your alley. Interested in helping me out?"
The card waved in front of David's eyes. He didn't take it.
"What, my little company not good enough for you?" Logan pocketed the card, his smile unwavering. "No problem. I've got something else prepared."
He pulled out a sealed envelope. "Take a look. This is your 'dear mother's' handiwork."
David lowered his eyes to the photos.
The first one showed two bodies lying on a muddy road. His biological parents.
The second, the third—more bodies. They'd been dumped on the same road, faces blurred, clothes disheveled. David's pupils contracted sharply. He recognized some of their clothing, the distinctive tattoos—these were his former trusted subordinates, the ones who handled "dirty work."
"No..." A low, broken sound tore from David's throat.
He'd suspected, but even with the evidence right in front of him, the pain made it hard to believe.
David's body started trembling. The photos slipped from his hands and scattered on the ground. The rain washed over them, blurring the images, but it couldn't blur the blood in his mind.
Logan's voice sounded in his ear, seductive and persuasive. "She really went all out to eliminate any loose ends. Your people who worked for her, your biological parents—she didn't spare a single one."
David crouched down, his hands shaking as he picked up the photos.
All he could see in his mind was Ashley's cold face.
Logan watched David's expression, consumed by despair and hatred, and his lips curved with satisfaction.
"Now, do you still think the Sharp family deserves your loyalty?"
David clutched the photos tightly.
Rain streamed down his face. He looked at Logan, the old playfulness in his eyes completely gone, replaced by burning hatred.
Logan smiled and clapped David on the shoulder, shoving an umbrella into his hand.
"Welcome aboard," he said.
David didn't respond. He turned and strode into the depths of the night.
Logan's smile gradually faded. He got back in his car and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.
"The fish took the bait," he said into the phone.
……
Logan's headlights cut through the darkness. The smile on his face froze for a moment when he saw a figure hurrying toward him.
Lucas.
"Lucas, bit late to be out. Where are you headed?" Logan spoke first.
Lucas stopped, his eyes landing directly on Logan. "I'm looking for David. What are you doing here?"
"David?" Logan raised an eyebrow, as if just remembering. "Oh, I heard he got hurt, so I came by to check on him. What's so strange about a brother looking out for his little brother?"
"Does David's condition have anything to do with you?" Lucas's voice was heavy, carrying undeniable pressure.
Logan laughed. "That's harsh, man. Why would I hurt David? We're brothers."
Just then, the door creaked open.
David stood in the doorway. His face had been cleaned up a bit, but the exhaustion and scars were still obvious.
He looked at Lucas, his eyes no longer holding that earlier finality, but something more complicated. "Come in."
Hearing David's voice, Lucas's tense body relaxed.
He walked straight into the house.
Logan's smirk deepened. He got in his car and soon disappeared into the night.
……
Inside the room, David hadn't turned on the main lights, leaving only a floor lamp.
"Sit." David gestured to the couch.
Lucas sat down, watching David's thin silhouette.
"One last thing. I need to ask you something."
Lucas looked up. "Go ahead."
"I need to know the schedules of some of your people. Specific dates and times."
Lucas didn't ask questions. He immediately pulled out his phone and called his assistant.
"Check the detailed itinerary for James and the others on that date," Lucas instructed.
The assistant responded quickly. As Lucas listened, his expression grew darker and darker.
"That day... they were all at a warehouse in the south part of the city, handling a shipment."
That was exactly where David's parents' bodies had been found.
David's body began to tremble. He bit down hard on his teeth, his eyes instantly reddening.
Tears filled his eyes and finally spilled down his cheeks. He didn't wipe them away, just let them fall.
He threw the photos in his hand violently at Lucas.
The photos scattered across the coffee table, each one horrifying. Two bodies lying in the mud—his biological parents. The other photos showed his former subordinates, faces barely recognizable.
"You see this?" David's voice was hoarse, filled with unbearable grief. "This is what your mother did. What Ashley did."
Lucas's eyes fell on the photos. His head was buzzing. He recognized that road in the pictures. He recognized his mother's methods for handling "dirty business."