Elena's threats meant nothing to Lucas. He let out a cold laugh. "And what exactly is going to happen to me? Do you think anyone will come for you? Julian, that spineless coward? Or Mr. Simpson from Hastings Group?"
A hint of mockery flickered across his lips. His expression was cruel, and his entire presence radiated menace.
Elena was terrified. She mustered all her strength to shove him away and bolted for the door.
But before she could even make it halfway, two bodyguards emerged out of nowhere and seized her, locking her in place with an iron grip.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she shrieked, struggling with all her might. But the men restraining her overpowered her effortlessly.
"Lucas, what do you want? Just say it! Whatever it is, I'll agree to it! I'll do anything you ask!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded in a voice trembling with desperation.
But Lucas remained unmoved. He gave a subtle nod to the man beside him. A swift, precise strike landed on the back of her neck, and her vision went black.
When she woke up again, she found herself on a rooftop—completely bound. Thick ropes secured her body to a pillar in the center of the rooftop.
Not far ahead, Lucas sat casually on a chair with one leg crossed over the other as he savored a glass of red wine.
"What do you want from me?" Elena cried, on the verge of breaking down. "Just tell me! I swear I'll never do it again. Whatever it is, I'll stop! Please, stop tormenting me!"
"I heard that you've been going around telling people how close you are to Serena, even spilling details about her background," Lucas murmured while swirling the wine in his glass, his tone laced with amusement.
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