He walked over to his desk and sat down.
Then he turned to Larry and asked, âHowâs the pursuit of the bodyguard known as Kenneth?â
Larryâs expression conveyed his frustration clearly.
Though he didnât verbalize it, his body Language spoke volumes.
Armed with two units of soldiers, they had been outmaneuvered by Kenneth.
âThis man is protected by several loyal bodyguards.
We tracked them to Gliethien last night, but fell into a trap, and he managed to escape.
This morning, there were sightings of him on the east side of the cityâ¦â
Nathan drummed his fingers on the desk thoughtfully.
âKenneth is likely an alias.
I suspect his real name is Cory Powell.
Heâs a former soldier with a strong knack for eluding surveillance, making him difficult to capture.
â
However, some progress had been made regarding the milk powder case.
âWeâve issued an arrest warrant.
It might aid in your efforts to apprehend him.
â
In the past, few could match Nathanâs capabilities in the military.
Cory was exceptionally skilled, and ordinary officers stood little chance against him.
Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Lucinda, dressed in a soft white suit, cradled Colby in her arms, gently soothing him.
After settling the baby into the crib, Lucinda slowly straightened up, instinctively cradling her waist with her right hand.
She _ silently reproached Nathan for not being more gentle during their intimacy the previous night.
Just then, Kyson entered the room, catching a glimpse of her action and the faint marks on her neck.
A shadow passed over his face as he pieced things together.
Hearing the door, Lucinda turned and inquired, âKyson? Isnât there an important meeting at Shaw Group today? Werenât you supposed to attend?â
âItâs handled.
Iâve delegated it to my assistant,â he replied with a note of indifference.
As any observant person might, Kyson had a clear idea of what had transpired between the couple the night before.
Seeing Lucinda in such a state stirred a pang of displeasure within him.
âIâLL go to the doctorâs office,â he said abruptly, using it as an excuse to leave the room.
In the ensuing silence, punctuated only by the ticking of a clock, Lucinda sat on the edge of the bed, watching Colby sleep peacefully.
Soon, she too began to feel drowsy.
Suddenly, a noise at the door snapped her to alertness.
As a strangerâs face appeared, Lucindaâs reflexes kicked in; she swiftly positioned herself protectively.
Her hand chop was swift and decisive, a move few could counter.
âLucinda!â
Kysonâs voice rang out as he hurried to intervene, positioning himself to shield the newcomer.
Caught off-guard by the familiar presence, Lucinda quickly reined in her strength.
Despite her efforts, the impact of her chop on Kysonâs shoulder elicited a groan of pain from him.
Rushing to his side, Lucinda examined the injury with a mix of guilt and concern.
âIâm sorry.
Are you okay?â