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Chapter 403 Nothing Says Hello Like a Gun

Lucas caught onto the key point immediately. “Who's in charge of the investigation?”

“The Interpol Special Task Force; the team leader's nis Charlie,” Jasaid in a low voice. “The guy’s got

deep connections-rumor has it he’s tied to several of Mirevia’s most powerful families.”

Sloane's fingers clenched so tightly that her teacup spilled over. Jessica... Charlie... this can’t be a coincidence.

“What's the Oliver family’s situation now?” Lucas asked, his tone grave.

“Mr. Jeffrey is holding things down at headquarters, but he’s getting old,” Jasaid with a frown. “Though I did

hear the second son, Shawn, arranged to meet a few investors tonight at a cafe.”

Lucas and Sloane exchanged a look and instantly reached an unspoken agreement.

Lucas turned back to Jaime. “Thanks for the help today; dinner’s onnext time.”

Jawasn’t so easily dismissed. Leaning back, he arched a brow. “You two planning to ditchand go see

Shawn on your own?”

Lucas smiled. “You said it yourself—the Oliver family’s a mess right now. | don’t want to drag you into it.”

“Nonsense!” Jasmacked the table hard enough to make nearby guests turn and stare. Lowering his voice, he

ground out, “Back at Dombovia University, how many times did you cover for me? And now you're treating me

like an outsider?”

Sloane couldn’t help but laugh softly. Lucas rubbed the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “Fine. But this really

could get dangerous.”

“Save it.” Japulled out his phone. “Shawn’s meeting the investors at Tranquil House tonight. | know the place

well. But...” His expression darkened. “Word is, someone's been targeting the Oliver family lately-so stay sharp.”

Lucas’s gaze hardened. “What time's the meeting?”

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“Eight o’clock.” Jaglanced at his watch. “We’ve got an hour. But we should scout the place first-just in case.”

The three of them quickly paid and left. The streets of Chinatown were glowing with lanterns,

festive on the surface yet hiding something uneasy beneath.

Tranquil House sat at the end of a quiet alley, an exclusive members-only café. Jaflashed his membership

card and led them inside without issue.

“Shawn usually books the third-floor suite-‘Serene Pavilion,”” Jamurmured. “Let's wait on the second floor

first.”

They had just settled into a private room when Sloane suddenly pressed a hand over Lucas’s. “Something's

wrong; it’s too quiet.”

Lucas caught on instantly. He signaled Jato stay put, then took Sloane by the hand and pretended they were

heading to the restroom. The moment they reached the third-floor corner, a dull thud echoed-followed by the

shattering crash of glass.

They exchanged a glance; Lucas kicked open the door to Serene Pavilion. Inside, a young man in gold-rimmed

glasses was being pinned to the table by three men in black-one of them holding a syringe poised to strike.

“Stop!” Lucas grabbed a porcelain vase by the door and hurled it across the room.

The man dodged swiftly; Sloane

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The last man suddenly drew a gun. Lucas lunged forward and struck with a sharp hand chop.

The bullet grazed Shawn's shoulder, embedding itself in the wall behind him.

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They had barely reached the stairwell when Shawn groaned, his face turning deathly pale.

“He’s been poisoned!” Sloane caught his collapsing body and spotted a tiny puncture mark on his neck.

Hearing the commotion, Jarushed over and quickly took Shawn's other arm. “Out the back! My car's in the

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