Chapter 370 Lucas Might Not Be Dead


    That caught my attention. I frowned. "Who? You know who''s behind this?"


    Idris inhaled deeply, his gaze drifting out the car window. "i’ve got no proof, but it''s not a wild guess


    anymore. They''re just trying to keep me from finding someone, throwing obstacles in my way at


    every turn."


    I was lost in his words, staring at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. I could tell he was


    holding back something big, but I never pried, not even sure how to start. For instance, why was he


    at Hartfield five years back? He is Mr. Young, the one and only, always nked by a squad of


    bodyguards. How does a guy like that end up in a water cell?


    The time in Macamer also puzzled me. Why did he beat himself up over Lucas''s death?


    Now, he was dropping hints about some ''someone'' and ''they''. Who were they, and why were they


    involved?


    Questions swirled in my head.


    However, we all had our secrets, right? I let it be.


    He caught my silence, looked down with those deep, warm eyes, and said, "I figured you would be


    all over this. Why so quiet?"


    I just gave a small smile, "You''ll tell me what you can. If you can''t, I don''t want to make it tough for


    you."


    He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "Yvette, you really trust me that much?"


    I looked away, ying it cool. "It''s not about trust. I''m just not into digging too deep."


    Then I heard his chuckle, that deep, maic sound. I nced over and there he was, all smiles,


    and yeah, he was pretty easy on the eyes. I have known that forever. However, right then, that


    smile? It made my heart skip a beat. I raised an eyebrow, "What''s so funny?"


    "I’m just happy," he said, his smile growing.


    I rolled my eyes and mmed up.


    Gently cing my hand in his, he reached for it, and with a soft squeeze, he said, "Yvette, thanks


    for always having my back."


    I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it steady, his voice a low rumble by my ear. "Ten years ago,


    my dad walked out on the Youngs and never looked back. After he left, my mom got sick and died.


    Grandpa started the search for him, but when he passed, I took over. Five years back, I heard from


    the cops he was at the border, so I went there solo. However, I did not find him. Instead, I got


    dragged to Hartfield, and that is where I bumped into you. When we got back home, I continued


    looking. I thought I could track him down through Lucas, but then Lucas supposedly bit the dust.


    Now, there''s a buzz from Officer Jackson''s crew at the border. They have caught wind of my dad."


    I scrunched my eyebrows together. "With everything that has been happening, you think someone


    is out to stop you from finding your dad?"


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    He gave a small nod, his forehead creasing. "There is more. The cops from the Macamer case


    dropped a bombshell that Lucas might still be alive."


    That hit me like a ton of bricks, my head buzzing, disbelief washing over me. "Alive? How is that


    even possible? I saw it with my own eyes. The explosion and the ship going up in mes. No way


    anyone could find even a piece of him." The possibility of Lucas being Houdini and surviving the


    st was out of the question.


    He saw my freak-outing and gripped my hand tighter, pulling me in close. "It''s all spection


    for now. Officer Jackson has got people on it checking it out."


    I swallowed the chaos of my thoughts and stared at him. "Spection? What''s that even based


    on?"


    Idris bit his lip, then let out a breath. "Word from the Hartfield police is that Lucas got banged up bad


    but was stashed away somewhere secret to lick his wounds."


    He nced at me and said, "Maybe the other side just wants to keep Lucas''s minions in line, make


    sure they keep on working without a fuss. Whether it''s true or not, who knows? Officer Jackson''s


    got people on it, and he''ll let us know the scoop as soon as he hears anything."


    I bit my lip, a shiver running through me. Lucas... just the thought of him sends shivers down my


    spine. It did not matter if it was five years back or right now; he was like a ticking time bomb in our


    lives, ready to blow us all to smithereens.


    If he is still alive, knowing him, payback for the Macamer mess is just a matter of time.


    I took a deep breath, trying to shove down the panic wing at me, and turned to Idris. "You think


    Jack and the mess today could be his doing?"


    Idris''s lips tightened, and he gave a slight frown. "Hard to say right now."


    The day''s chaos was off the charts, and someone had even lost their life. I looked at him, the worry


    clear in my eyes. "With all this craziness... how''re you holding up?"


    He met my gaze, a small smirk ying on his lips. "Are you worried about me?"