Chapter 206
Kingsley ascended to the second floor, his eyes sweeping every corner, but he didn’t catch sight of the figure again.
Peter followed closely behind, whispering, “Kingsley, what are you looking for p>
“It doesn’t concern you,” Kingsley replied coldly. He turned and headed back downstairs, his fingers unconsciously curling into a fist—he was certain he hadn’t been hallucinating.
At that moment, Lucy was sitting quietly in her office, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk.
A knock came at the door, followed by a subordinate’s respectful voice: “Boss, the troublemakers have been cleared out. No losses to the casino p>
Lucy looked up, her eyes calm. “Keep a close watch on the floor. If anyone else causes trouble, throw them out immediately p>
“Yes!” the subordinate replied, quietly backing out and closing the door.
Kingsley sat in his car, his brow still furrowed that silhouette had been etched clearly in his vision; it couldn’t have been a mistake. He looked at Xavier in the passenger seat and commanded, “Check Lucy’s current location p>
“Yes, Mr. Sherwood.” Xavier responded instantly. As his fingers touched his phone, he hesitated and turned back. “By the way, Mr. Sherwood, your wound needs to be treated at the hospital to prevent infection p>
Kingsley looked down at the dark bloodstain on his clothes, his tone emotionless. “I know p>
Peter, sitting in the back as well, couldn’t read the situation. He leaned forward. “Checking on Lucy? Kingsley, are you trying to win her back p>
Kingsley shot him a sideways glance, eyes full of disdain. “If you have nothing to do, stop following me p>
“Hey, that’s burning bridges!” Peter protested loudly. “I’ve been watching Karl’s movements for you lately. Even if I don’t get credit, I put in the work p>
Kingsley didn’t respond. He rubbed his knee unconsciously, his mind filled with questions: “Why would she appear in a place like that p>
After a long silence, he spoke again to Peter. “How much do you know about that underground casino p>
Peter shook his head. “Not much. It’s only been open for less than two years. With your resources, shouldn’t finding out be a piece of cake p>
“Too much talking,” Kingsley muttered impatiently, opening a bottle of water and taking a few sips.
“Hey!” Peter was even more annoyed. “You asked me! Do you expect me to be mute? You’re becoming really unlikeable p>
Xavier was efficient; he found a lead quickly. He turned to the back seat. “Mr. Sherwood, Miss Lynwood isn’t at her company right now, but her assistant is p>
Kingsley paused, then nodded faintly. “Investigate that casino again. As detailed as possible p>
“Understood.” Xavier went back to work.
That evening, Kingsley made a detour to a florist and personally selected a bouquet of blooming Lisianthus.
The card bore no pleasantries, just a single written line: “Lucy, how much more is there about you that I don’t know p>
He knew that information about the underground casino had been deliberately scrubbed-he only found out she had been there that afternoon, but not participating n any games. What exactly she did there remained a mystery
He drove to the estate in Englewood, holding the Lisianthus, and waited quietly under the courtyard streetlights.
Inside, Lucy soon received a message: [Kingsley is waiting outside the estate p>
She was silent for a moment, then
turned into a nearby flower shop. She selected a bouquet of bright red
roses and instructed the clerk to
write specific sentence on the a card. Paying, she walked out with
the flowers, her calm steps leading her outside.
Half an hour later, Lucy’s car arrived at the manor entrance and was flagged down. Kingsley walked quickly to the window, knocking twice on the glass, his voice forced into gentleness. “Let’s talk p>
Lucy rolled down the window, her cold eyes sweeping over him. “Not dead yet p>
Kingsley actually smiled, his fingertips brushing the edge of the window. “Too tough to die. Not when I still have to get you back p>
He paused, then tentatively brought up the afternoon. “Did the commotion cause trouble? Do you need me to cover your losses p>
“Were there losses?” Lucy asked flatly, her tone carrying an undeniable pressure. “If there were, Mr. Sherwood would certainly have to pay if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be leaving here today p>
Kingsley went along with her, his gaze fixed on her face. “There were losses. Some guests’ moods were ruined. I’ll compensate you later p>
He handed the Lisianthus toward the window. “For you p>
Lucy glanced at it, then pointed to the bright red roses on her passenger seat. “Not interested. If Mr. Sherwood is bored, give them to the homeless p>
seeing the roses, jealousy nearly spilled from Kingsley’s eyes. His voice dropped. “He sent those? Tacky p>
He looked down at his Lisianthus and added, “Not as nice as these. The man has bad taste p>
“Bad taste is curable,” Lucy sneered, her words sharp. “I’m afraid being incurable is worse. Kingsley, if you keep harassing me, I won’t hesitate to call the police for disturbance p>
With that, she rolled up the window and floored the gas, driving straight into the
manor.
The heavy gates opened slowly and closed just as slowly behind her, shutting Kingsley out completely.
He stared at the jarring red roses inside her car, a fire burning in his chest Returning to his own car, he stared at the Lisianthus in his hand, his voide heavy. “The data you found didn’t show her connection to the casino p>
Xavier held back a sigh. Miss Lynwood was a complete mystery. “Nothing, sir. Looks
like every useful lead has been wiped clean on purpose p>
“Fine. Stop looking.” Kingsley picked up the card from the bouquet, tossed it aside without looking, and spoke to Phil in the front. “When you go back later, take these flowers. Consider it a gift p>
Phil smiled wryly. “Alright. Thank you, Mr. Sherwood p>