Chapter 418 Drugs are nothing but trouble.


    Inch nodded, his face a shade too white. "I know."


    With a grunt of acknowledgment, Lucas dropped the subject.


    Inch left without another word.


    I had no clue what was going on between those two. I just sat there, wondering what Lucas was


    going to say or do to me next, or where he nned to stash me.


    Lucas looked at me, his face a nk te. "Did you put on the medicine?"


    I pressed my lips together, annoyed by his pointless chatter. "Get to the point. What''s this? You hit


    me and now you are offering a treat?"


    His eyebrows knitted together, clearly not thrilled, but he kept his cool and stepped closer. "Yvette,


    I''m not the one who hurt you."


    I could not help butugh. "Does it make a difference?" He dragged me here just to make my life


    miserable. It did not matter who actually did the hurting.


    He mped his mouth shut after seeing my reaction and said nothing more.


    Soon after, Inch stumbled in, his body covered in bruises and limping. I was taken aback at the


    sight. However, I just scrunched up my forehead and let it go without asking any more questions.


    "Take good care of her," Lucas said, his eyes briefly meeting mine before flicking to Reba at my


    side. With that, he spun on his heel and strode out. Inch gave me a look, his mouth opened as if he


    was about to say something, but then he mped it shut and hobbled out after Lucas.


    Now it was just me and Reba in the room. I leaned against the bamboo wall, dabbed some


    medicine on my wound, and felt the sting fade away. As the pain subsided, a wave of worry washed


    over me.


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    Lucas had been gone a lottely, and that is when Yara made her move. It was clear that this would


    not be thest time she would try something; she probably saw me as her rival. The troublemaking


    of hers was not what scared me—it was the thought of her constant interference. How would I ever


    get a message to Gregory, to blow the whistle on this ce, if she kept showing up?


    This ce was a viper''s nest, with fields of poppies nearly ripe for the picking. If I could somehow


    tip off the cops during the harvest, they could nab Lucas and his gang red-handed. Getting caught


    with all those illegal poppies would be enough to put Lucas behind bars. However, I knew that alone


    would not keep him down for good. To really take him down, we needed hard evidence of his


    crimes.


    Lost in thought, I nced over at Reba and saw her eyes fixed on the floor. Curious, I followed


    her gaze and saw a dark stain on the ground. It took a moment, but then it hit me. Tthat was


    Lucas''s blood, spilled while he shielded me from Yara''s attack.


    "Reba," I said softly, trying to snap her out of her trance and back to the present.


    Hearing my voice, Reba whipped around, her dark eyes still clouded with worry she had not


    managed to hide. "What... what''s wrong? Miss, do you need something?"


    I gave her a half-hearted smile and shook my head a little. "Nothing major. I just felt like talking, you


    know, about the blood..."


    "It''s from the gentleman. He looked like he was hurt pretty bad."


    Before I could even get a word out, Reba had jumped in. I nodded slightly. "Yeah, he was


    bleeding. It must be pretty serious. You''re worried about him, huh?"


    She paused, then hurriedly shook her head. "No, it''s not that, I..." She struggled to find the right


    words and finally just blurted out, "The gentleman is a good man. Everyone here wants him to be


    okay."


    Her words caught me off guard, and I could not help but arch an eyebrow. Could someone so


    thoroughly rotten actually have people wishing for his well-being?


    I bit my lip and decided to drop the conversation.


    Over the next few days, neither Yara nor Lucas showed up again. The weather turned warmer,


    which was good for healing. I was not sure if it was Lucas''s doing, but I was not cooped up


    anymore. I was confined to a small house instead.


    Reba was now always there, shadowing me. Inch said it was to make sure she took care of me.


    I did not make a fuss about it. With Reba around, I managed to pry some information out of her.


    It turned out that this ce was Lucas''s hub for growing his drug empire with all the poppies. Once


    they ripened, they would be picked, processed elsewhere, and then shipped off to all corners of the


    globe.