Chapter 80: Invited her death
Late at night, Lucius stirred, his mind racing with the unresolved mystery of why Layla was being photographed. Careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber, he quietly slid out of bed.
His movements were quiet as he grabbed his car keys and left the room, slipping into the night with a sense of urgency.
The drive to the base was swift. He had already called Roger, who was waiting at the base.
Upon arriving, Lucius stepped out of the car, and Roger greeted him with a respectful bow. The two walked in silence, their footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor as they made their way to the cell.
As the heavy door creaked open, Lucius saw the man lying on the cold, hard floor. The moment their eyes met, the man scrambled to his feet, fear evident in his posture.
Lucius wasted no time. His voice was sharp, each word dripping with menace. "Why were you tailing Layla?" he asked, his gaze never leaving the man. "And don’t even think about lying. I’m not in the mood for games tonight."
Lucius took the pistol from Roger, letting the weight of the weapon punctuate his words. "So speak the truth while I’m still asking nicely."
The man’s eyes darted from Lucius to the gun in his hand, clearly shaken by the open threat.
"It—it was someone from the woman’s family," the man stammered, trembling under Lucius’ cold gaze.