Chapter 392: He Had an Accident
Ella furrowed her brows slightly. Eric was right—her proximity to Lucas was enough to keep the Miller family at bay. They wouldn’t dare make a move against her.
Yet the inexplicable sense of dread that gnawed at her made her desperate to leave.
"I just want to leave right now!" Ella said, pouting slightly. "Eric, please, book us a flight right away! I don’t want to stay here anymore!"
Seeing the urgency in Ella’s eyes, Eric sighed in resignation. "Alright, I’ll have someone book our tickets immediately. Let’s see if we can get on a flight in the next two hours."
Eric stepped aside to make the call, and as Ella watched him, the tension in her chest eased slightly.
It wasn’t long before Eric returned with good news. He’d managed to secure two canceled tickets for a flight leaving in an hour.
Ella wasted no time packing, her movements hurried and frantic, as if she could sprout wings and fly away herself. Eric, watching her rush around, couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
Something about Ella’s behavior seemed off. Was it just her desire to avoid Lucas?
Or could it have something to do with... Luke?
Eric’s understanding of Luke was limited to the information he’d read in reports. Luke, raised as Lucas’s adopted son, had grown up under the strict guidance of the Anderson family. His upbringing had been one of rigor, discipline, and strategic grooming, resulting in a man with a commanding presence and an air of ruthlessness.
Luke’s reputation had preceded him, long known in certain circles as a figure to be reckoned with.