Chapter 558



“Mr. Clark!” Gordon couldn’t help but exclaim in disbelief.

However, Lucas only raised an eyebrow at him.

It was enough to shut down Gordon’s protests. “I understand.” He nodded.

Lucas’s swift and seemingly unwavering decision made Quentin feel a bit uneasy.

“This video had better be authentic like you said,” Lucas said, fixing his sharp gaze on Quentin. “And don’t think about playing any tricks, either. I assure you, you can’t handle the consequences if you do.”

Quentin quickly nodded. “Rest assured, Mr. Clark. I can stake my life on this video’s authenticity. If you like, you can show it to Ms. Wright when you get the video, and she can verify it herself.”

The video had been captured by his men while they had been tailing Belinda, so there was no way it could be fake.

Quentin’s eyes grew wide as if he had just remembered something. “Oh, I almost forgot…” He shook the safe he was holding. “This neat little safe is equipped with a self-destruct mechanism. It will activate when a single one among the fingerprint, password, and iris scan doesn’t match, or when someone tries to force it open.”

There was a brief pause before he continued, “I think you wouldn’t risk losing the only proof that can clear Ms. Wright’s name…”

Lucas was not ruffled by his veiled threat in the slightest.

He simply continued to stare at Quentin.

Before long, Quentin felt a chill run down his spine.

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “Let me know when the documents are ready. I will hand over the video the moment the transfer process commences.”

With that, he turned on his heel and left with the safe.

“Mr. Clark, are you sure about this?” Gordon asked worriedly the moment Quentin was gone. “You need to be wary of a possible deception.”

“Investigate Quentin for me,” Lucas ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

Gordon then hesitated for a few seconds before he mustered up the courage to ask, “What about the land transfer documents? Should I…?”

“Keep preparing,” Lucas said calmly, without any hesitation.

Gordon furrowed his brow. “But… What if it’s a trap?”

Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly. “Even if it is, I have to do this,” he responded firmly.

Gordon fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Internally, he couldn’t help but think to himself that even Lucas was a lovesick fool.

Taking a deep breath, Gordon said, “I’ll continue the investigation and look for more evidence. I’ll also have someone investigate Quentin and get the documents ready.”

“Alright.” Lucas nodded, his expression unreadable.

In the Cardiac Surgery Department at the Grand Plains General Hospital, early in the morning, Belinda’s phone rang; it was Harold calling.

“Hello, Harold,” Belinda said.

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