Chapter 997



But when it came to how to actually do that, Lucas was at a loss again. Neither Johnson nor Vincent had a solution to offer.

Just then, Lucas’ phone rang. Excusing himself, he stepped into the corridor and answered the call.

After finishing the call, he was about to head back when—

“Did you hear? Belinda’s got AIDS.”

Lucas froze. His face turned cold in an instant.

Another voice said, “Yeah, but wasn’t it just blood from an AIDS patient that splashed on her face? It’s not even confirmed that she is infected, right?”

“Confirmed or not, she’s as good as infected! Serves her right. She definitely deserves that. If it were me, I’d have ended my life already.” The woman was obviously gloating.

Lucas’ fury surged.

He stepped forward without hesitation.

Emerging from the shadows, he locked eyes with the two women.

Their expressions changed in an instant when they saw Lucas.

Jennifer’s face went pale as a sheet.

“Mr. Clark… I… I misspoke!” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Having learned her lesson from the previous incident, Jennifer fully grasped the immense significance Belinda held in Lucas’ life. Just moments ago, she had uttered disparaging remarks about Belinda, only for Lucas to overhear every word.

A wave of fear washed over Jennifer.

The atmosphere grew oppressively heavy, laden with an undeniable tension. Jennifer and her friend could sense the fury radiating from Lucas. They were too frightened to breathe.

Lucas’ eyes locked onto Jennifer, his gaze a storm of barely contained rage.

Without saying anything to them, he retrieved his phone and placed a call.

“Hello, Mr. Clark.” It was Gordon on the line.

Lucas issued his command with chilling precision. “Within forty-eight hours, I want the Deephedge Group bankrupt.”

Gordon paused momentarily before responding, “Understood, sir.” Ending the call, Lucas turned on his heel and strode away, not even sparing Jennifer a glance.

Jennifer’s face drained of all color. Fear twisted her insides as she grasped the gravity of his words.

She lunged forward, blocking Lucas’ path. “Mr. Clark, please! I was wrong earlier! I beg you, forgive me just this once! I promise I won’t ever speak ill of Ms. Wright again! I truly regret it!”

Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she slapped herself repeatedly in a desperate bid to display her remorse.

Lucas regarded her with indifference. “Step aside.”

Jennifer stammered, “I…”

Lucas’ tone sharpened, slicing through her feeble protests. “I won’t say it again.”

Terror gripped Jennifer, and she stumbled out of his way, trembling.

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