Chapter 497 Boy Servant

As her soothing words reached his ears, Craig’s eyes glistened with tears that gradually spilled over.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I wish to stay alive, and I’m unwilling to relinquish the status and privileges I have attained. I refuse to be confined in a high–security prison, living a life worse than death like a mere walking corpse.”

He embraced the frail woman in his arms, holding her tighter as if seeking solace.

“Rest assured, Mom. That illegitimate child has caused your mental deterioration and the loss of Jennifer. I know how much you hate him. I’ll make him pay for his actions.”

As the evening drew near, Lucas made his way back home. His hand firmly pressed against his aching lower back.

For the past few days, he had been compelled to carry out errands for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and now his entire body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse.

Craig is so vicious. I can’t even pass the basic assessment with my mediocre skills. How can my feeble body withstand the intense missions of the bureau?

Lucas felt like crying, as he was constantly being exploited, living each day in what felt like a living hell.

He wondered when he could break free from the torture.

But as soon as the image of Charles being beaten with two canes flashed past his mind, Lucas grew terrified. He forcefully suppressed his urge to curse Craig.

He clung to the wall, his legs trembling as he slowly inched his way toward the garden.

When Lucas saw a male housekeeper rushing passed him, he called out, “Why are you running? Come over here and help me.”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment before approaching and offering his support. “Apologies, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Craig is currently having the top floor cleared out. I’ve been preoccupied and forgot to greet you.”

“Why is he cleaning the top floor?”

Shaking his head, the housekeeper replied, “We’re not privy to Mr. Craig’s intentions. It’s already past six o’clock, and he’s insisted on having everything cleared out by tonight. Otherwise, we’ll be in trouble.”

Even though Lucas was perplexed, he did not want to get the housekeeper into trouble. “You can go about your tasks. There’s no need to assist me. I’ll manage on my own.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Lucas,” the servant replied, bowing deeply before hurrying off to the backyard.

As Lucas watched his retreating figure, his suspicions grew stronger.

red

intuition tells me that something weird is

continued to make his way

shattering glass grew more frequent and

and bodyguards, and even the butler was present. All of them were

were

before him, his mind filled with

the chaos, he noticed a partially destroyed container in a corner. There were small glass vials, each

instinctively reached for

and

rubbish. They are items Mr. Craig wishes to dispose of. Please refrain from touching them. Everyone is occupied, so we can’t attend to your needs at the moment. I suggest you go into the villa.

with your

Lucas,” the butler replied with a respectful bow before resuming

one was paying attention to him, he discreetly picked up the glass vial he had examined earlier and swiftly hid it in his pocket. Soon after, he

to Harrick Villa and was surprised to find a new

evening, as everyone gathered around the dining table for dinner, Jasmine couldn’t take her eyes

gently tapped Jasmine’s head. “What are you looking at? Focus on your

“All right.”

her slightly throbbing head, Jasmine redirected her attention to her meal. However, her curiosity got the

lifted his gaze and made eye contact

felt guilty and quickly averted her gaze,

there something on my

handsome. I haven’t had a chance to observe you up

an eyebrow. “What

you

discover?”

also looked at Jasmine

the latter looked at both of them, feeling hesitant to speak

she cautiously said, “I can’t help but feel that you bear a striking resemblance

and Cedrick exchanged

whispered, “Don’t you think Mr. Jenson

Cough! Cough!

reverberated through the relatively quiet dining hall, catching Cedrick off guard and causing him to almost choke on his

but laugh at

Fairlake were considered a dark

“So, between Mr. Jenson and the personal

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