Divorced

Aveline replied, “If I don’t see her punished with my own eyes, I won’t be able to rest.” Hearing this, Maria decided not to press further.

The two of them set off again, returning to the Ninth Mansion, but this time they stayed

in the car.

Aveline dialed Lucas’s number and said, “I’m back.”

“Alright, I’ll send someone to get you,” Lucas‘ deep, magnetic voice came through the phone.

Aveline didn’t say anything more and ended the call.

About five minutes later, someone approached the car, tapped on the window, and respectfully asked, “Are you Miss Young?”

“Yes, that’s me,” Aveline responded.

The man said, “Miss Young, please follow me. Mr. Tudor is waiting for you.”

Aveline got out of the car and followed the bodyguard.

Maria, still in the car, said, “I won’t go in with you.”

Aveline nodded. “You can head back. I’ll handle the rest.

Maria suggested, “Take tomorrow off. Rest at home, don’t think about anything. It’s all behind you now.”

Aveline gave her a small smile. “Okay, I will.”

She turned and followed the bodyguard into the elevator.

This time, they headed straight to the guest room section of the Ninth Mansion. As the door swung open, Aveline spotted Lucas on the sofa, with Sophia seated across from him. Sophia’s face was lit with excitement, clearly engrossed in an animated

conversation with Lucas.

The sound of the door opening startled Sophia. She turned around and, seeing Aveline enter, immediately frowned.

“What are you doing here?”

Earlier, Sophia had been in the private room playing games with Rina and the others when one of Lucas‘ bodyguards approached her, saying that Lucas wanted to see her.

Overjoyed, she quickly said goodbye to Rina and followed the bodyguard here.

Seeing Lucas in the room had made her palms sweat with excitement. Why had he suddenly asked to see her? Was he finally going to propose to her?

As a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind, Sophia sat across from Lucas, her heart pounding with excitement as she gazed at his handsome face, eagerly awaiting his words. But since she had entered the room, he hadn’t even glanced at her, let alone spoken a word.

What was going on?

Sophia felt a pang of unease creeping in, and her earlier excitement began to waver.

Then Aveline walked in.

Sophia’s mood plummeted instantly. What was this wretched woman doing here again? She couldn’t shake the feeling that Aveline was there to steal Lucas’s attention.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she watched Aveline approach.

Lucas noticed Aveline and his eyes darkened as he studied her expression, relieved to see that she seemed more composed. He then addressed the bodyguard at the door. ” Bring them all in.”

“Yes, sir,” the bodyguard nodded, pulling out his phone to relay the instructions.

Aveline walked over and sat down beside Lucas, completely ignoring Sophia. After all, there would be plenty of time to deal with her soon enough.

Lucas took her hand in his, asking, “How are you?”

Aveline, with a calm expression, tried to pull her hand away. “I’m fine.”

But Lucas didn’t let go, tightening his grip until she couldn’t break free.

“Don’t waste your energy, Aveline. I’m not letting you go,” he said, his deep eyes locking onto hers with a double meaning.

Aveline’s long lashes fluttered, a wave of bitterness washing over her.

Unable to bear it any longer, Sophia spoke up. “Lucas, why did you call me here? What’s going on?”

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Sophia’s sense of dread intensified.

Suddenly, she stood up, saying, “If you two have things to discuss, I’ll just leave.”

She quickly headed for the door, but before she could reach it, she was met by five or six disheveled men being escorted in by the bodyguards. Each man looked filthier than the last, with some even covered in unsightly warts, making the sight revolting.

The bodyguards blocked her path. “Miss Winter, the matter isn’t over yet. You can’t leave.”

Sophia’s face paled as she eyed the men. “What are you planning to do?”

The bodyguards didn’t answer. Instead, they pushed her back into the room and shut the door behind her.

Sophia stumbled, losing her balance–her prosthetic leg making it difficult to steady herself–and fell to the ground. Panic spread across her face as she looked up at Lucas, desperately asking, “Lucas, what’s going on? What are you planning to do?”

With everyone now in the room, Lucas gave a signal, and a bodyguard approached Sophia with a small bottle. He grabbed her by the chin and forced the liquid inside down her throat.

“Mmph!” Sophia struggled, but she was no match for the bodyguard. Half the bottle’s contents went down her throat, while the rest dribbled down her chin.

Fear overwhelmed her as she gasped, “What did you make me drink? What is this? Lucas, what are you doing?”

Lucas looked down at her with cold, piercing eyes. “Still playing dumb?”

He slowly rose to his feet and stood beside her, his gaze icy as he took in her pitiful state. “You’ve repeatedly plotted against her, yet now you have the nerve to ask what I’m doing?”

“…” Sophia froze, realizing that Lucas intended to avenge Aveline.

Terror gripped her heart as she clutched at Lucas’s pant leg, pleading, “Lucas, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’ll never do it again, I swear. Please, forgive me. I promise, I’ll stay out of your lives from now on!”