Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 184

"I was so lost in the sauce back then!" Lucas smirked.

Just then, the dude on water duty crashed in, throwing the door wide open, clutching two cups. Mikayla's cup was a store-bought drink.

Mikayla snagged it and tossed him a thanks.

"Captain Grayston, we're out of coffee for Salvatore, so I snagged this instead," the guy leaned close, whispering in Lucas's ear.

"No sweat! No need to go above and beyond for me." Even from a distance, in the quiet, Mikayla caught his words. Knowing she was knee-deep in a sea of dudes like these, she knew the options were limited. That was why she opted for plain water initially. Lucas's hand hung mid-air for a second before landing with a thud. "Out you go!"

Watching their exchange, Mikayla pondered their dynamic. Despite Lucas's prickly demeanor, he cut the kid some slack for his frequent flubs, a rarity.

"He's like me, focuses more on hustle at work, less on the everyday nitty-gritty." Lucas picked up on Mikayla's curious vibes. "That thing we hashed out earlier? He actually rang the bell on that while we were chatting. Made me widen the net, but chewed up some extra time. Things are clearer now, which is why I hit you up. Based on my intel, Kenneth's our prime suspect. Skipped town the day pre-car crash, still MIA. Buddy checked in, spotted hefty deposits into his account, especially around your mishap."

"Who's wire-transferring the cash? Can we trace them?" Mikayla probed.

Mildred!"

this all just guesswork without solid proof,

we lock in rock-solid

Kenneth bouncing before the crash could be just a fluke. Mildred tossing cash his way could be sibling love at play. It seemed like the stars aligned for some drama, but like Lucas said, without solid receipts, their theories were zilch to the

digs, it was nudging 8

spotted her stepping into the living room and chirped, "Mrs. Ludwig,

Mikayla nodded at Dexter.

off

was a name etched deep in her brain. Peeping at the TV program he had on, national news on the loop, struck a chord. It was always these types of shows. Not one for delaying,

her to the all-glass dining zone. "Had a nibble,

give you a heads-up, you don't gotta wait on me." She had been a tad forgetful today, forgetting to

the mister twiddle his thumbs at home? A

up Carlos. "Ain't I a lucky duck? Guess I gotta

a hand with the dinner setup, finally landing a bowl of soup in front of her. Clocking her hesitant mug, he laid down the law. "Gotta sip it up." "How about we go halfsies?" She wanted to ditch this ordeal, but knowing Carlos wouldn't cut her slack, she settled on sipping less. Broth was never her jam, not since kiddo days. The flavor was borderline torture for her. "Mrs. Ludwig, this here's your

was confused by Dexter's