?<strong>Chapter 1227:</strong>


    His voice turned serious. “Another person exited instead—wearing a hat and mask,pletely attired in a different outfit. Through gait analysis, we confirmed it was the same individual. She had merely changed her appearance. From there, she took another taxi and left. And this time…”


    Gordon pursed his lips, drawing a slow breath before delivering the final piece of information. “The taxi eventually stopped at the Davidson family’s estate.”


    The Davidson family… A woman from the Davidson family…


    The answer was clear.


    Lucas let out a quiet, chillingugh.


    Though his lips curved into a smile, his demeanor was icy. Carmelita had some nerve.


    At noon, Lucas arrived at the Grand ins General Hospital to pick up Belinda.


    As Belinda got into the car, she nced at him curiously. “Where are we going for lunch?”


    Lucas looked at her and replied evenly, “We’re not eating yet. There’s something we need to settle first.”


    Belinda blinked but didn’t press for details. She had a strong hunch this had to do withst night’s incident—the hallucinogen.


    When the car finally pulled up in front of the Davidson family’s grand estate, Belinda narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. So… It was Carmelita. That woman truly had some audacity.


    Inside the Davidson residence, Nigel and Devin’s parents exchanged surprised nces upon seeing their unexpected guests.


    “Lucas, Belinda, what brings you two here today?” Nigel was the first to speak, his voiceced with confusion.


    Before Belinda could respond, a deep and steady voice cut through the air. “Dr. Wright. Lucas.”


    Devin entered the room, his expression unreadable. Belinda acknowledged him with a faint nod before shifting her attention back to Lucas.


    Lucas didn’t waste time with pleasantries. His voice was cold,ced with undeniable authority. “Where is Carmelita?”


    His chiseled features were impassive, but the storm brewing in his sharp gaze left no doubt—he was in a bad mood.


    Mayer and Brielle felt their hearts tighten instantly.


    “What’s wrong?” Brielle stammered, her voiceced with unease. “Did Carmelita… do something?”


    Devin cast a cold nce toward the butler and issued a firmmand. “Bring Carmelita here.”


    “Yes, sir.” The butler nodded before hurrying off.


    A tense silence settled over the expansive living room, thick enough to cut with a knife.


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