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The Rise of Lucas Chapter 76
The city lights flared to life as Lucas and Lilian moved away from the site of the recent upheaval. The shadows of the previous occurrences still remained, an unsaid warning of the vulnerability that life may hurl onto them. Lucas, propelled by a newfound feeling of duty, came to Lilian with a combination of worry and resolve."Are you sure you don't know those men, Lilian?" Lucas inquired, his voice calm but insistent. The unstated question hovered in the air—the chance that the danger may not be ended.Lilian shook her head, her eyes conveying a real bewilderment. "No, I've never seen them before. I have no clue why they targeted me."Lucas nodded, understanding the hidden truth in Lilian's remarks. The reasons of the attackers remained veiled in mystery, an unsaid enigma that demanded to be answered. The night, once peaceful, now carried the weight of silent worry."I think it's best if I take you home," Lucas said, his tone imparting an underlying certainty. The implicit relations
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 77
Several weeks had gone since the silent night when Lucas had interfered to assist Lilian. Life, like an unforeseen stream, had swept them along, each on their own individual pathways. On a seemingly typical morning, destiny spun its strands, bringing them together again in the unlikeliest of places—a small café situated in the center of the city.Lucas sat at a corner table, drinking his coffee and leafing through a newspaper. The perfume of freshly made coffee lingered in the air, blending with the unspoken energy of the crowded café. As he lost himself in the wordless loneliness of the morning ritual, the entry door chimed, announcing the approach of a new client.To his astonishment and happiness, Lilian strolled inside the café, her gaze scouring for an open seat. Their gazes connected, an unconscious connection sizzling between them. In that spontaneous moment, a real grin touched Lilian's face, and Lucas felt a feeling of warmth and familiarity.Lilian approached his table, and
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 78
The evening light shed a pleasant glow over Lucas's living room as he strolled about, preparing things for an upcoming business meeting. His travel bag was open on the sofa, complete with nicely folded clothing, paperwork, and a laptop. The anticipation of the travel buzzed in the air, and Lucas, concentrated on the work at hand, prepared to start on this professional excursion.As he ticked off things on his mental list, the sound of small footsteps reached his ears. Lucas turned to find his three-year-old son, Liam, standing at the doorway with wide, interested eyes. The unsaid innocence in Liam's stare brought an instinctive grin to Lucas's face, briefly distracting his focus from the business preparations."Hey there, little explorer," Lucas welcomed, stooping down to Liam's eye level. "What brings you to Daddy's work zone?"Liam, with a tangle of unkempt hair and a toy truck clasped in one hand, approached his father with wordless interest. "Daddy, where you goin'?"Lucas's heart
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 79
The business conference pulsed with bustle as executives from many sectors came to discuss ideas, thoughts, and network. Lucas moved through the packed arena, his mind on the hidden agenda of the day. As he traveled through the sea of faces, a familiar figure grabbed his sight, unleashing a wave of emotions he hadn't expected.There, within the throng, appeared Isabella. The sight of his old buddy evoked a combination of nostalgia and real warmth in Lucas's heart. It had been a long since they had crossed paths, and the unspoken kinship they had shared throughout tough times reappeared in his thoughts.Lucas hastened his speed, slipping past the conference participants to reach Isabella. The unsaid expectation of reconnecting with an old buddy spurred him onward. When he finally appeared before her, the wordless satisfaction in his eyes revealed the true pleasure of seeing a familiar face."Isabella!" Lucas shouted, a grin bursting over his face. "I didn't expect to run into you here.
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 80
In a dimly lit corner of the conference hall, Trump seethed with wrath, his face distorted into a frown that reflected the tempest gathering inside him. The unsaid encounter with Lucas had left a permanent imprint on his pride, and the hidden wrath simmered under the surface.As he watched Lucas and Isabella flee, Trump clinched his hands, the unsaid stress emanating from him like a physical force. The unsaid sense of being challenged, especially by someone he considered as beneath him, stoked the fires of his rage.The murmur of discussions and the ambient sounds of the conference swarmed around Trump, but he remained alone in his silent wrath. The underlying hatred against Lucas, who had dared to question his conduct, burned like a slow-burning fire in the pit of his stomach.Trump's eyes, fixed on the point where the encounter had happened, carried an unsaid ferocity. The implicit urge to establish authority and control, inherent to his nature, contrasted with the reality of having
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 81
The echoes of strife rang through the halls of power and influence, where ego and desire fought.Lucas, who had forged a successful and resilient route for himself, became caught up in a web of controversy with an unexpected foe—Trump.The mysterious Trump had been more and more irritated by what he saw as Lucas's lack of respect.Coming from a society where power was tightly controlled, the business magnate turned politician held grudges over what he saw as a demotion to his status.The meeting was called to order in a plush boardroom, furnished with luxurious furniture that mirrored Trump's aura of grandeur.With their looks reflecting the seriousness of the issue, Trump's closest advisors streamed into the room, creating an atmosphere of heavy anxiety.Seated at the head of the table, Trump emanated an aura of deliberate dominance.His expression was a mix of annoyance and resolve, making it clear that this meeting was more than just business as usual; it was a calculated play on t
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 82
The serenity of Lucas's evening was disrupted by the piercing ring of his phone, which demanded his urgent attention.Astonished, he took out the phone, his gaze narrowing as he saw the caller ID—James, a name that conjures him images of secrecy and trepidation.Lucas, understanding the seriousness of the discussion that was about to unfold, opted to respond and raised the phone to his ear.There was tension in James's voice when he said, "Lucas," and it crackled through the line. You must pay close attention. Something is going wrong, and you're right in the middle of it.As Lucas took in James's foreboding message, his forehead wrinkled in worry. Is something wrong? Hey, what's happening?"Trump," James said with all the gravitas of a politician whose name was everywhere. "He's plotting an assault on you. I intercepted some messages, and it's evident he's organizing people against you."A cold raced down Lucas's spine. The news was both unexpected and anticipated. His conflicts with
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 83
Sitting in his spacious apartment, Lucas read a book as a means of evading the ordinary circumstances of his existence.He lost himself in the pages, illuminated only by a dimmer light from a dangling bulb that threw shadows on the walls. He struggled to pick up the phone when the sound of its ringing broke the stillness.His heart raced as he frantically typed Isabella's name onto the computer, "Isabella?" What's going on?"“Lucas, I'm in trouble,” she said with a quiver in her voice over the phone. Please, lend me a hand."What happened?" Lucas said with a newfound sense of urgency. Are you not here?"I can't explain over the phone," Isabella said hastily as she gave her address. Please, please come as soon as you can."Without a second thought, Lucas put the book down, slid into his jacket, and grabbed his vehicle keys. Isabella's concern was obvious over the phone, pressing him to go quicker.As he ran out of his flat, he couldn't get off the impression that something catastrophic