Facade of Love

Chapter 130 I Became the Hostage

I did not understand what Lucas meant

I could not help but frown as I watched the yachts and helicopters gradually approaching

Lucas‘ men seemed to realize something was off and said, “Luke, it seems like these police aren’t planning to open fire at us?”

After saying that, his gaze shifted to me, as if understanding something, and he asked, “Who are you, lady?”

I pursed my l*ps, understanding the situation a few seconds after the others

Almost all the people on this yacht were vicious criminals. The police had surrounded them but were only shouting, not attacking, and they ignored the attacks from Lucas‘ men, steadily approaching the yacht

The police’s goal was not to not apprehend these criminals. Rather, they were worried about Inch and me, the two hostages on the yacht, getting caught in the crossfire.

Were the police concerned about the safety of the hostages?

This approach by the police was risky and could lead to more casualties in their carefulness. It did not seem worth it.

As the distant yachts surrounded Lucas‘ yacht, he suddenly pulled me up and dragged me into the

cabin.

leisurely on a chair, his demon–like eyes scrutinizing me with a cold laugh. “Yvette, honestly, for the past five

looked at him, not understanding his intentions and only feeling his calculating gaze. I

you think if all the police who came here today die by

eyes widening in horror and my b*dy

I saw, there were definitely more than a hundred. So many lives

not dare to think further and abruptly stood up to run outside, but Lucas yanked me back and threw me to the ground without

recover when Lucas‘ man knocked on the door. “Luke, the police outside want to talk to

smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

snerred. “Fine, let them come up if they dare.”

response from outside.

as I was about to leave, Lucas

to the person outside, Lucas left,

left without a word.

a while before managing to get up, feeling like my b*dy was broken

risk their life for you?” Lucas said with arms crossed, eyes half–closed, enjoying my disheveled

not answer him.

few minutes later, a voice came from

at me. He grunted and walked over to a desk, took a belt,

opened, Lucas wrapped his arm around my waist and forcefully