Chapter 134


    Chapter 134 He Can’t Escape


    Our eyes met, and though Idris did not speak, the deep frown on his handsome brow was enough to


    express his anger at that moment.


    After a long time, he seemed somewhat resigned as he sighed and said to me, “Yvette, you can hate


    and resent me for what happened with the child, but I don’t agree with the divorce. Since the moment I


    married you, I never thought about divorce again. I can stop delving into your past with Lucas and won’t


    ask further, but I hope that’s the end of it between you two.!!


    Looking at him, I furrowed my brows tightly. What did he mean by that? That it was the end between


    me and Lucas? What did that mean?


    Unable to understand his inexplicable words, I pursed my l*ps and remained silent, not wanting to


    continue the conversation. I coldly said, “You can’t make decisions for the divorce by yourself.


    I did try to fight for our future. When I found out I was pregnant, I even went to Madam Young, 1 wanted


    to fight for myself, for our child, for a future with Idris.


    I had thought that if his inability to let go of Moore was only due to a sense of gratitude, I would


    rify that it was not Moore who saved him back then.


    Without Moore, we could go back to how we were before, ustomed to each other, and taking care of


    each other. I would have the child and live an ordinary married life. I believed that even if he did not


    love me, he would fulfill his duties as a husband and father. Over time, he would graduallye to love


    me, and we would build a happy family,


    However, when I saw his almost insane behavior toward Moore, I was stunned. When I saw him leave


    Old Manor holding Moore, I suddenly realized I was deceiving myself. He did not love me, whether I


    was pregnant or not. Not loving me meant that I was not inside his heart.


    The six–week–old child made me realize that whether or not Moore had saved him, it was not


    important to him. Unconsciously, perhaps, his focus had already shifted to Moore


    Divorce was the best oue for both of us.


    The night at sea was especially bright with stars, especially before dawn, when the stars were


    exceptionally clear.


    After all the turmoil, I was exhausted. I fell asleep not long after returning to the cabin.


    Bang! Bang! I was awakened by several explosions. Groggily listening to the noise outside, I opened


    my eyes.


    It took me a while to realize that there seemed to be a fight outside. Instinctively, I nced outside the


    cabin. The sky was already bright, the sun hanging high over the sea, the wind howling, apanied


    by several gunshots and roars,


    Realizing something was wrong, I jumped out of bed and ran out, standing on the deck. The yacht


    where Lucas was detained was aze, and Lucas, with a dagger in his hand, was pressing it tightly


    against a policeman’s throat.


    He was covered in blood, and one of his legs seemed to have been shot, making him limp. Despite


    this, he still had a smile on his face, his devilish eyes provocatively looking at Officer Jackson and Idris


    who were confronting him, taunting, “Gentlemen, fire your guns. Let’s see if your bullets or my knife are


    faster, huh?”


    As he spoke, he tightened his grip, and the sharp de further pierced the policeman’s neck, causing


    blood to flow down the handle. The policeman’s face turned white with fear, looking helplessly and


    fearfully at Officer Jackson.


    Officer Jackson, afraid that Lucas would act rashly, quickly said, “Lucas, let him go, and I’ll let you


    leave ”


    Lucas raised his eyebrows and replied, “Fine. If you sincerely want to let me go, then prepare a


    submarine for me. You’d better be quick. Otherwise, if I get unhappy and cut his throat by ident, you


    can’t me me.”


    Officer Jackson hurriedly nodded and arranged for what Lucas demanded.


    I watched the standoff, not knowing what had happened, but I guessed that Lucas must have broken


    free from his captivity and taken a policeman hostage.


    I had not expected Lucas to be so capable. He was already captured, yet he still had the means to


    escape


    If he were allowed to get away this time, who knew how many more people he would harm? The police


    had already lost so much in finance and manpower in their efforts to catch him. Who knew what it


    would cost to apprehend him next time?


    Thinking this, I looked around and finally set my eyes on the burning yacht behind Lucas. I had idea. I


    went overboard, unnoticed by everyone on the yacht, who were focused on Lucas


    After diving into the water, I avoided everyone’s gaze and swam toward the burning yacht. The yacht’s


    crew had already evacuated; the fire was fierce, and the deck’s metal tes were scorching


    hot.


    Enduring the beat, I circumvented the yacht’s railing and positioned myself behind Lucas Almost before


    he could react, I stabbed the knife into the arm that Lucas was using to hold the hostage.


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    As his attention was on Officer Jackson and Idris on the opposite side, when the knife hilt prated


    his arm, he winced in pain. Instinctively, he groaned, and the knife holding the hostage fell to the


    ground


    The hostage, being a police officer, reacted quickly, breaking free from Lucas’s hold and kicking him


    the abdomen. It was not a light kick as Lucas was directly thrown into the fiercely burning cabin.


    In the midst of the chaos, I caught sight of some leftover oil nearby and, almost without hesitation,


    hurled the oil drum toward Lucas


    Lucas, agile as he was, rolled away to avoid it. His dark eyes, filled with sinister and demonic intent,


    red at me fiercely. Almost grinding his teeth, he said to me, “Yvette Scott, do you want to die?!”