Chapter 80: Invited her death

Late at night, Lucius stirred, his mind racing with the unresolved mystery of why Layla was being photographed. Careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber, he quietly slid out of bed.

His movements were quiet as he grabbed his car keys and left the room, slipping into the night with a sense of urgency.

The drive to the base was swift. He had already called Roger, who was waiting at the base.

Upon arriving, Lucius stepped out of the car, and Roger greeted him with a respectful bow. The two walked in silence, their footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor as they made their way to the cell.

As the heavy door creaked open, Lucius saw the man lying on the cold, hard floor. The moment their eyes met, the man scrambled to his feet, fear evident in his posture.