Chapter 1157:

“L-Lucas… W-What’s happening?” she stammered.

Lucas let out a low, derisive chuckle, his expression darkening, his voice as cold as ice.

“Lucas? You think you have the right to address me so casually?”

His grip around her throat tightened.

“You must have a death wish,” he said coldly.

“Please—Mr. Clark—I was wrong!” Sarai choked out, sheer panic flashing in her wide eyes.

At this point, she understood everything.

Lucas had never been drugged. He had been putting on an act all along.

But the real question was—how had he anticipated her plan so precisely?

he identify the

her scheme from the very

That couldn’t

terrifying thoughts. Lucas’s fingers coiled around

Stop this…” Sarai wheezed, her hands clawing desperately at his iron grip. The

looked both

gaze was filled with pure

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such force that she

lungs in violent, agonizing gulps. She clutched her throat,

lanced through

head, her terror-stricken gaze

her. Instead, he retrieved some tissues and meticulously wiped his hands, his movements slow. He wore a dark expression, as if he had just touched something

action stung

complexion drained

her chest, yet she dared not make a sound. She remained motionless on the cold

the Grand Plains General

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