The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 403 Nothing Says Hello Like a Gun

Lucas caught onto the key point immediately. “Who’s in charge of the investigation?”

“The Interpol Special Task Force; the team leader’s name is Charlie,” Jaime said in a low voice. “The guy’s got deep connections–rumor has it he’s tied to several of Mirevia’s most powerful families.”

Sloane’s fingers clenched so tightly that her teacup spilled over. Jessica… Charlie… this can’t be a coincidence.

“What’s the Oliver family’s situation now?” Lucas asked, his tone grave.

“Mr. Jeffrey is holding things down at headquarters, but he’s getting old,” Jaime said with a frown. “Though I did hear the second son, Shawn, arranged to meet a few investors tonight at a cafe.”

Lucas and Sloane exchanged a look and instantly reached an unspoken agreement.

Lucas turned back to Jaime. “Thanks for the help today; dinner’s on me next time.”

Jaime wasn’t so easily dismissed. Leaning back, he arched a brow. “You two planning to ditch me and go see Shawn on your own?”

it yourself—the Oliver family’s a mess right now. I don’t want to drag you

nearby guests turn and stare. Lowering his voice, he ground out, “Back at Dombovia University, how many times did you

softly. Lucas rubbed the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “Fine. But this really could

pulled out his phone. “Shawn’s meeting the investors at Tranquil House tonight. I know the place well. But…” His expression darkened. “Word is, someone’s

gaze hardened. “What

“We’ve got an hour. But we should scout

of them quickly paid and left. The streets of Chinatown

yet hiding something uneasy

end of a quiet alley, an exclusive members–only café. Jaime flashed his membership card and led them inside without

Pavilion,“” Jaime murmured. “Let’s wait

private room when Sloane suddenly pressed a hand over Lucas’s. “Something’s

He signaled Jaime to stay put, then took Sloane by the hand and pretended they were heading to the restroom. The moment they reached the third–floor corner, a dull

a young man in gold–rimmed glasses was being pinned to the table by three men in black–one of them holding a syringe poised

vase by the door and hurled it