Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

Inside the room...

Lucien paused mid-sentence on his call when he noticed Augustine stepped in. "I’ll call you back later." He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

"Augustine," he greeted with a faint grin, rising from his seat.

The two men closed the distance, embracing briefly.

"Busy man," Lucien chuckled, giving him a playful slap on the back. "Took you long enough to show up."

"I’ve had my hands full," Augustine replied. "Company matters, fallout from the case... but it’s all lining up now. I’ve tracked every loose end. The evidence is solid. We are almost at the endgame."

Lucien’s expression shifted instantly, his casualness giving way to cold focus. "Need me to send my men in?" he asked. "We’ll wrap it up in a matter of hours. Just give the word."

Augustine shook his head. "No. This is my fight," he said with quiet steel. "They tried to hurt Anne. I’ll make sure everyone involved in this matter will be punished."

Lucien held his gaze for a second, then nodded slowly in understanding. "Fair enough." He turned and motioned toward the corner of the room. "Come on. Let’s sit and have a drink."

The two of them crossed to the leather sofa, where Lucien pulled a bottle of aged scotch from a nearby cabinet. He poured a glass for Augustine, then poured one for himself.

Lucien swirled the amber liquid in his glass as he leaned back into the sofa. "Tell me, what did you find?"