?<strong>Chapter 1007:</strong>


    The moment the bodyguard let go, Kylee copsed onto the floor, her limbs weak.


    Her skin was pale, her face stiff. Yet her eyes burned with an intensity that refused to die—rage, anguish, and an unyielding thirst for revenge.


    Her expression didn’t change at all when she saw Kylee like this. Her heart was also filled with hatred that couldn’t be shaken.


    Lucas exhaled slowly before turning to Aiken, his voice as cold as steel. “Break his arms and legs, and throw him at the Happer family’s residence doorstep!”


    “Understood,” Gordon responded.


    Aiken’s face drained of all color.


    “Mr. rk, what about Brent?” Gordon asked.


    The moment his name was mentioned, Brent’s stomach dropped. His breathing turned shallow, dread seeping into his bones.


    Lucas’ lips curled into a slow, merciless smirk. “Brothers should share everything—even suffering. Give him his brother’s blood as well.”


    “Please, Mr. rk! I beg you! I was wrong! I swear I’ll never do it again! Spare me!” Brent cried out in desperation.


    Only now did he realize how foolish he and his brother had been.


    But regret meant nothing. It wouldn’t change anything.


    After everything, Lucas drove Belinda back to her ce.


    On the way back, he spoke calmly to Belinda. “I’ll have someone look into Kylee’s situation. Whoever sent people after her is likely the same person working behind the scenes to support Minna.”


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    Belinda acknowledged his words with a nod.


    “Thank you,” she said.


    Her tone was stiff and formal.


    At a red light, Lucas turned to face Belinda. A deep crease formed between his brows. “Belinda, do you have to talk to me like this? Can’t we just have a proper conversation?” His voice carried an almost pleading undertone.


    But Belinda’s expression remained indifferent. “Lucas, you found the person responsible for hurting me and made them pay. I’m deeply grateful for that, but… That’s all there is to it.”


    She exhaled slowly, reinforcing her stance. “I’ve already told you, there’s no future for us. There never will be. You shouldn’t waste your time on me.”


    Lucas’ jaw tensed. When he spoke again, his voice was low but firm. “Belinda, I’ve told you before, whether there’s a future for us or not—it’s not just your decision to make.”


    A sharp pain stabbed through Belinda’s chest.


    She refused to reply to Lucas, instead turning her gaze to the passing scenery outside.


    When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of her ce, she wasted no time unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching for the door handle.


    But when she tried to open the car door, she found it was locked. Her fingers tightened into a fist as she turned back to Lucas, irritation shing in her eyes. “Unlock the door.”


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