A bodyguard brought a chair for Lucinda to sit on, and she sat a few meters away from the killers.
When she saw the face of one of the killers, she was a bit taken aback, but then smiled.
âitâs you, the only man who responded to my question the other day.
â
The man looked away coldly.
Lucinda was always patient.
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, her eyes sparkling with determination.
She flashed him an enchanting smile and said, âCome on, others might not know the truth but you do.
I want to hear it.
Tell me, and Iâll make sure youâre well taken care of.
Youâll have all the money and freedom you want.
What do you say?â
Lucindaâs voice was soft and persuasive.
The man peeked at her subconsciously.
He couldnât help but almost admire her innocent eyes.
He turned his head away in anger and shut his eyes, ignoring her.
Their rules were extremely strict.
He knew the consequences of revealing the secret.
They would die a very miserable death.
If they said nothing, they might have a chance at surviving.
But Lucinda was not one to give up easily.
âWhy wonât you tell me?â
Lucinda pouted and instructed, âLet them go then.
â
The guards hesitated.
âMiss Simmons, are you sure about this? They have said nothing yet.
â
Lucinda nodded with a serious expression on her face.
Both killers were baffled and were taken out of Cyrusâ villa.
When Cyrus returned, he questioned her decision, âWhy did you let them go, Lucinda?â
âSend someone to tail them.
If their lives are threatened, intervene as necessary,â she said firmly.
Since she let them go so easily, their superiors might believe they had already disclosed sensitive information and would rather kill them than let them go.
Her plan was to gather more information.
She was well aware that every move they made would give her a hint.
Therefore, it would help her investigation.
Cyrus, being the intelligent man that he was, immediately comprehended her intentions and delegated the task to someone.