Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 412

"What?" Lucas's face twisted into a sly grin as he drilled Inch with his gaze. "Have you got a soft spot for her or something?"

His words were dripping with scorn and a clear warning, as if daring Inch to disagree.

Inch looked like he had seen a ghost, and he clammed up, not daring to utter another word.

Lucas then turned his scorn on me, pushing me back with a sneer. "Yvette, take a good look." He leaned in, his voice low and taunting. "If you're thinking of begging for mercy, I might just make your life a little less miserable."

He shot Inch a loaded glance and added, "That old man has had it too good for too long. Time for him to test out the new playthings."

Respect was apparent on the surface as Inch nodded, yet a shadow of cruelty lingered in his eyes.

I watched Lucas walk away, biting my lip, my forehead creased with worry. I did not catch all of his words, but I knew none of them were good.

"Ms. Scott, this way, please," Inch said, his voice neutral as he gestured for me to follow.

If I had not just seen him step in to save my skin, I might have thought he was as cold and bloodthirsty as Lucas.

Glancing up at him, I muttered a quiet "Thanks." It was not loud, but he heard me alright. Without another word, I bolted from the villa's fancy entrance hall.

Lucas had sent him to escort me to this place called Eccentricity Courtyard. Even without the details, I could tell it was not going to be a picnic.

Inch's face, all chiseled and cool, flashed a brief ‘don't mention it’ expression before he slipped back into his usual detached vibe. "No need," he said, and next thing I knew, we were heading to a car.

Thrown for a loop, I was. "We're driving there?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together.

He just nodded, all calm and collected. "The boss can't stand the smell of blood at home."