LRAB Chapter 204
Chapter 204
Ethan's tried to clear the thought out of his head.
But he couldn't he steps slowed as her words sank in even more.
He was genuinely surprised.
"The police couldn't come up with anything better for a case involving a wealthy family?"
he asked, his tone edged with disbelief.
At that moment Clarissa glanced at him, her expression weary. "Exactly. You'd think with all the resources at their disposal, they'd have something. But no, they found nothing, nothing not even a clue."
Ethan's brow furrowed as he mulled it over. This wasn't just incompetence—he was sure of it. If a rich family couldn't get justice, what hope did regular citizens have? The thought sat heavy with him. It only meant one thing: This wasn't an ordinary case.
His eyes lingered on the security guards as they opened the car door for Clarissa, their movements precise and almost paranoid. Ethan nodded to himself again.
Knowing there was more to this story, and it ran deeper than anyone wanted to admit.
Ethan's mind raced as he pieced things together. The directors' shady behavior, the unresolved tragedy, and now his sudden involvement in the company—it all felt connected. His gut told him there was more to this story, and his instincts pointed directly at the directors.
If they were involved, his purchase might have inadvertently placed him in the crosshairs.
The last thing he wanted was for his friends or associates to get caught up in something dangerous.
Immediately He turned to Clarissa again, his voice calm but firm.
"I'd like to propose something," he said.
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what's that?"
"A dinner," Ethan replied, his tone deliberate.
Another director, leaning against a toppled couch, scoffed. "Exactly. It has to be a setup. Maybe this whole thing was staged—some elaborate ploy to scare us."
Their growing disbelief fed into their frustration, each man building on the next's doubts. The tension thickened even more until the senior director, a gray-haired man with an air of authority, cleared his throat sharply.
Immediately The room fell silent as they turned to face him.
"It doesn't matter how he did it," he said, his voice steady and cold. "What matters is that we take control of this company before it's too late. the kid may think he's won, but it's time we remind him who's really in charge."
The others exchanged wary glances before nodding in agreement, their anger hardening into determination.
The senior director's words hung in the air, a dangerous promise of the chaos yet to come.
At that moment The senior director's cold eyes scanned the room as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. "It's time to unleash the full plan," he said, his words sending a chill through the air.
"We'll start by taking care of the kid and the Clarissa. I've already received intel—they're in the car together."
Immediately the other directors' faces lit up with malicious smiles, the tension in the room replaced by a sinister satisfaction. One of them chuckled darkly.
"Perfect. Let's see how confident he is when he's tied up and begging for mercy."
The senior director allowed a faint smirk to cross his lips.
"What they don't know," he continued, "is that every one of her security guards is under our control. They're part of the Black stone gang we've built."
Another director clapped his hands together. "Brilliant," he said. "Let's bring them both in. This ends tonight."
Without another word, the senior director pulled out his phone, dialing a number. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the call connecting. When someone picked up on the other end, his voice was icy and authoritative.
"Bring Clarissa and the boy to the hideout. Now."
He hung up without waiting for a response, the room erupting into quiet, sinister laughter as they prepared for the next phase of their plan.