Ever since two days ago, after Chloe Grant suddenly left, his mood had been very poor.
At night, he always dreamed of Chloe Grant looking at him with those desperate and disappointed eyes, and then his heart would ache.
He, a 28-year-old man standing at 185 cm, actually found himself waking up at midnight, curled up and holding himself, crying like a fool.
Lucas Morgan didn’t know why he was crying, but just thinking about Chloe Grant’s despairing eyes, he felt as if he had lost something important that he couldn’t get back.
"Bro, where do you think Chloe went?" Lucas Morgan suddenly leaned over, facing Matthew Morgan.
The originally calm face of Matthew Morgan paused suddenly when asked this question by Lucas Morgan.
He slightly furrowed his brow, "She should... not be traveling."
If it was just a trip, she would inform everyone. Given her current situation of avoiding him, she would not notify him.
Matthew Morgan suspected... that something had happened to Chloe Grant!
"What do you mean?" Lucas Morgan frowned, immediately becoming tense, "If she’s not traveling, then where did she go?"
Before Matthew Morgan could answer, there was a knock on the office door. James Heady walked in, placing a file in front of Matthew Morgan, "Grandpa Morgan."
Matthew Morgan took the file, flipped through it, glanced at Lucas Morgan, and then lowered his head to look at the file again.
After flipping another two pages or so, Matthew Morgan directly closed the file and then tossed it in front of Lucas Morgan.
Lucas Morgan was puzzled and was about to open it, but Matthew Morgan reached out to hold it down, "Go back, look at it alone, and after finishing it, think carefully about how you’re going to handle it."
After saying this, Matthew Morgan let go of his hand, grabbed the coat from the hanger, and walked out.
James Heady followed.
"Is the investigation out?" Matthew Morgan asked coldly.
James Heady replied, "Just a little bit more!"
The next day, at the Morgan family’s second son’s engagement party, although it was held low-key, it still attracted quite a bit of media attention, as well as some families from the business world.
As the engagement party time drew closer, Lucas Morgan, the host, still hadn’t shown up.
Lily Grant sat in the dressing room backstage, her eyelids twitching constantly. Since last night, she had been restless, her heart filled with anxiety.
"Lily." Isabella Gray pushed open the door and entered, "Have you contacted Lucas, where has he gone?"
"He hasn’t come yet?" Lily Grant was tense.
Isabella Gray shook her head, "Haven’t seen him since last night."
As soon as she finished speaking, a cold voice sounded from behind. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
Isabella Gray was startled, turned around... and was even more shocked!
The Lucas Morgan they had been looking for since early morning appeared now but he looked in terrible shape.
His hair was a mess, stubble was visible, his shirt was wrinkled... he looked very disheveled.
His whole aura was shrouded in a sinister feeling.
Isabella Gray frowned, "Where exactly have you been, why have you made yourself look ?"
Lucas Morgan did not look at Isabella Gray; instead, he locked his gaze on Lily Grant.
Lily Grant’s eyes were tense!
Lucas Morgan approached her, and Lily Grant instinctively stepped back, but behind her was the makeup mirror, and she had no way to retreat further.
Lucas Morgan was already pressing forward, "From the beginning, did you take me for a fool and fool me?"
His voice was completely different from usual, particularly deep and chilling, making those who heard it feel immensely frightened.
"Grandpa Morgan, Miss Chloe’s whereabouts have been found."
At the door, James Heady’s voice sounded.
The original icy glare of Lucas Morgan aimed at Lily Grant changed sharply, and without a second’s pause, he turned around and ran outside...
Matthew Morgan seemed to be heading this way, but after hearing James Heady’s words, he immediately turned and left.
Lucas Morgan hurriedly followed...