Chapter 525 - Chapter 525: Chapter 325: Lin Chuans Informant_2 (2/2)
Lucas’ pupils constricted, a chill running through his heart, but a surge of anger quickly surfaced on his face.
He raised his hand and grabbed Moli by the neck, angrily demanding, “You betrayed me?”
“Congratulations, you guessed right.”
Mirth remained untouched on Moli’s face.
Lucas was still holding the coffee that Moli had brewed for him. “You poisoned me?”
Moli replied calmly, “I just added something extra, enough to make you weak and unable to resist, that’s all.”
As soon as she finished speaking,
Lucas tried to throw his coffee at Moli, but his right hand suddenly lost strength, and the steaming coffee spilled over his hand.
At the same time, his entire body lost strength, and he slumped down, leaning against a rock.
“You, you…”
Lucas lifted his powerless hand, pointing at Moli, his secretary looking down on him.
He wanted to call for help, but couldn’t even reach the intercom.
Little did he know,
Secretary Moli simply handed the intercom to him: “Who do you want to call? I’ll help you.”
Anger surged through Lucas: “Why would you betray me!?”
His voice seemed to exhaust all his strength.
He never imagined that his secretary, Moli, would betray him.
“If Lin Chuan hadn’t opened my eyes, I might have remained fooled by you forever,” Secretary Moli sneered, resembling a judge under the dim light.
She continued, “Do you remember the book ‘Ace Agent’ by Lin Chuan, the story about Yan Jing’s secretary?”
Of course, Lucas remembered.
It was because of his secretary’s betrayal that Mr. Lin obtained the evidence against Yan Jing.
Could it be…
Lucas looked up sharply at Moli!
So the International Police were able to control so much key information because his secretary had betrayed him!
A scornful smile played on Moli’s lips: “It seems you’re not too stupid, but think about it, why would Yan Jing’s secretary choose to betray him?”
Lucas struggled to recall.
The plot of ‘Ace Agent’ flashed through his mind.
He remembered.
Yan Jing’s secretary, Zhou Yun, her husband was killed in a car accident arranged by Yan Jing, and upon discovering the truth, she chose to collaborate with Mr. Lin.
Moli spoke coldly, “You and Yu Qin were reading the book at the time, you remember, so don’t you recall my parents?”
Lucas’ pupils shrank, his face filled with horror.
“Weren’t they killed by you? And to think I naively became your secretary!” Moli let out a disdainful laugh, “But what kind of fetish is this? Do you enjoy watching us being manipulated by you? Does it satisfy your desire to conquer?”
The sound of waves, unceasing, filled their ears.
The sea breeze carried a chill that penetrated the heart.
Lucas fell silent.
His heart pounded, shocked, filled with a mix of sorrow and rage!
So his secretary had been in cahoots with Lin Chuan all along.
His every move was being monitored by Lin Chuan; no wonder Lin Chuan seemed to thwart him at every turn as if he had a god’s-eye view.
Lucas did not regret his sins, but instead asked, “When did you start colluding with Lin Chuan?”
“Does it matter?” Moli gave a cold, mocking smile.
Indeed.
It didn’t matter anymore.
Lucas’s face turned ashen.
Because, behind Moli, several police officers were quickly approaching.
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On a remote seaside in Southeast Asia, although winter was not severe, the night sea breeze carried an imperceptible chill that stealthily invaded the slumbering coast. Through thick layers of clouds, the moonlight was sparse, casting a mottled silver glow that barely illuminated the desolate beach, making everything seem both hazy and lonely.
The waves slapped the shore gently, each touch emitting a dull and prolonged echo, like a deep sigh, sounding particularly mournful in the deserted midnight. Scattered on the beach were a few dried leaves brought by the wind, trembling under the feeble moonlight, appearing as the only signs of life in this desolate scene, yet also so helpless and fragile.
The coconut grove in the distance swayed in the night, yet without the liveliness and vitality of the day, only dark shadows mingling with the gloomy skies, adding a touch of eeriness. Occasionally, the cry of a night bird pierced the silence, soon swallowed by the vast darkness, leaving behind a subtle tremor echoing in the air.
The salty sea breeze brushed across the empty coastline, seemingly capable of reaching through clothes straight into the bone marrow, compelling one to hug their arms, searching for a hint of nonexistent warmth. The surroundings were so quiet that one could only hear their breath and heartbeat, along with the never-ceasing sound of the waves, together weaving a story about solitude, loneliness, and waiting.
On this beach, shrouded in night and melancholy, time seemed frozen, each second elongating the length of solitude, instilling a chill in one’s heart, yet also oddly intoxicating one with this rare serenity and depth.