?<strong>Chapter 756:</strong>


    It seemed trouble was brewing on Minna’s side.


    “Send him up,” Lucas said, hanging up the phone.


    Momentster, Wesson arrived at Lucas’ office, his face a picture of anxiety.


    “Mr. rk, something terrible has happened! Minna has escaped!” Wesson eximed.


    When Lucas heard this, his face darkened. “What happened?”


    Wesson swallowed hard before saying, “Minna bribed the maid at our house to drug my son. And then… And then…” His face drained of color, and his words trailed off.


    “And then what?” Lucas asked, his voice sharp.


    Wesson clenched his jaw, his anger boiling over. “Then Minna mutted my son! She even smashed a vase over his head!”


    Lucas’ eyes narrowed in shock, his expression stiffening.


    Minna had… mutted Moshe?


    “That vile bitch!” Wesson couldn’t hold back his fury, cursing Minna in front of Lucas.


    “Have you sent people to find her?” Lucas asked, his tone serious.


    Wesson nodded. “I have, but there’s been no news so far.”


    Lucas frowned and asked, “What about the maid?”


    Wesson’s voice grew tense. “She ran off! After calling an ambnce for Moshest night, she vanished. I’ve sent people after her, too.” That maid was clearly an aplice. If Wesson found her, she would face serious consequences.


    “I’ll send my team after Minna as well,” Lucas said.


    “Thank you, Mr. rk. I’ll take my leave then.” Wesson nodded, his gratitude barely masking his frustration, before turning to leave. Lucas returned the nod, watching as the door clicked shut behind Wesson.


    Once alone, Lucas leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes.


    His expression turned cold and unreadable, a stark contrast to his earlier calm demeanor. This situation had spiraled far beyond what he had anticipated.


    He had been certain Moshe would torment Minna; there had been no question about that.


    He had learned Moshe’s penchant for cruelty was well-known, and he had ordered Moshe to torment Minna.


    Minna had likely endured days of relentless pain and humiliation.


    Lucas had considered that Minna might resist. After all, she wasn’t one to ept defeat easily. But not in his wildest expectations had he imagined she would retaliate with such calcted ruthlessness. Lucas exhaled sharply, his lips pressing into a thin line. Clearly, he had underestimated Minna.


    He took out his phone and called Gordon, instructing him to send people to find Minna, check on Moshe’s condition at the hospital, and dig into everything that had happened leading up to this.


    Gordon obeyed and headed straight for the hospital without hesitation. After gathering all the necessary details, he returned to thepany and made his way to Lucas’ office.


    Stepping inside, Gordon met Lucas’ gaze and said gravely, “Moshe’s condition doesn’t look good. The reattachment surgery was sessful, but the injury was too severe, and the dy in getting him to the hospital didn’t help. It’s highly unlikely that… he’ll ever regain use of that part of his body.”


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