Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 166: Reporting to the Police

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Reporting to the Police

Lucas Shaw’s brows furrowed slightly as he turned off his phone, waving his hand at the project manager to signal him to continue.

Meeting Lucas Shaw’s pitch-black and icy gaze, the project manager was at a loss for words. Why did it always happen that when he spoke, someone would send a message to the boss?

His luck was truly unparalleled!

Before the project manager could say much, the phone vibrated again.

Helpless, Lucas Shaw had to raise his hand to interrupt him and looked at the message on his phone.

It was a message from Liam Shaw.

Liam Shaw: "What’s going on? You better explain this to me clearly! If you dare do anything to wrong Serena, I’ll be the first one who won’t let you off the hook!"

Below was a selfie.

The person in the photo was none other than Sylvia Lane, who had already been kicked out of the Shaw Family.

Her face was marked with many bruises, but there was a sparkle in her eyes and a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. Most striking of all was the sapphire necklace around her neck.

Lucas Shaw was clearer about the necklace than anyone else.

It was specifically commissioned by him from a renowned jewelry designer in F country for Serena, a one-of-a-kind piece in the world that held an initial of the last letter of his and Serena Summers’ names in a covert corner.

He would never mistake it.

Moreover, the background of the photo was his own bedroom.

Lucas Shaw’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold, bloodthirsty intent flickered across the bottom of his eyes. The formidable aura emanating from him carried a hint of an authority’s pressure.

Soon, everyone in the meeting room felt a chill down their spines, and breathing became somewhat difficult.

Their eyes flickered with panic and fear as they looked at Lucas Shaw.

What had been fine moments ago had suddenly changed.

...Who exactly had made their president angry?

The next second, Lucas Shaw stood up from his chair abruptly and left the meeting room with long strides, leaving only a cold "Meeting dismissed."

After Lucas Shaw departed, the employees exchanged glances and couldn’t help but quietly discuss among themselves.

Lucas Shaw rushed back to the Continental Villa as quickly as possible.

Fiona Hamilton returned to her room and panicked when she realized Sylvia Lane was missing.

She searched everywhere in the villa but could not find any trace of Sylvia Lane.

Hearing the sound of a car driving in, Fiona Hamilton’s heart sank with a thud, and she ran over in a panic.

As she watched Lucas Shaw drive in, Fiona Hamilton’s legs started to wobble.

This was it!

It was all over!

If Lucas Shaw found out she had let Sylvia Lane in and allowed her to roam around the villa freely, she would definitely lose her job.

Now she regretted it immensely, silently praying in her heart that Sylvia Lane wouldn’t show up.

Lucas Shaw got out of the car and didn’t spare Fiona Hamilton a glance, walking straight towards the direction of the rooms.

"Sir, why have you returned so early? Did you forget to take something?" Fiona Hamilton asked nervously, following behind Lucas Shaw.

Lucas Shaw paused, his cool gaze narrowing slightly as he stared straight at Fiona Hamilton, "What? Do I need to report my actions to you?"

"No, not at all! Of course not! I was just asking." Fiona Hamilton’s face stiffened as she gestured with her hands, "Sir, if there’s anything you need, just call for me. I’ll be downstairs."

"Mhm."

Lucas Shaw responded indifferently and withdrew his gaze, continuing his way upstairs.

Hearing the footsteps, Sylvia Lane instinctively held her breath and hurried to find a corner to hide.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Sylvia Lane instinctively held her breath again; her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

Brother Lucas... Why had he suddenly returned?

Wasn’t Fiona Hamilton, that useless person, supposed to say that Lucas Shaw had gone to work and wouldn’t be back until late?

She hid behind the curtains, her hands tightly clutching the fabric, and the footsteps becoming louder and her heart racing faster.

"Come out."

Lucas Shaw’s frosty gaze swept across the room, finally fixing on the space behind the curtains.

While the curtains were not transparent, they still faintly revealed a human silhouette.

Lucas Shaw’s voice, low and cold, struck at Sylvia’s heart as she shivered involuntarily, her heart nearly going cold.

"Come out, or I won’t say it a third time."

Lucas Shaw took out his phone and made a call to Brandon Reese, "Bring some people over, Continental Villa, you have two minutes."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

"Two minutes for you, Sylvia Lane. You should know what I’m capable of. If you don’t come out, I can’t guarantee it will be as simple as just being evicted from the Shaw Family."

Sylvia Lane’s shoulders jerked violently, and she stumbled out from behind the curtains.

She hung her head low, her eyes red, a pitiable look on her face, and her voice was winding as if she had many grievances to air, "Brother Lucas..."

"Get out."

Lucas Shaw’s expression was indifferent, his gaze falling on her neck, and a cold murderous intent surged forth.

Sylvia Lane looked into those bloodthirsty eyes and couldn’t help but step back, nearly losing strength in her legs, about to collapse to the ground.

Two minutes up, Brandon Reese arrived with a group of subordinates, some of them gasping for breath, "Sir, I... I wasn’t late, was I?"

"Just on time, two minutes." Lucas Shaw lifted his wrist to check the time, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, the cold expression on his face easing a bit.

Brandon Reese heaved a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to Sylvia Lane, his mouth dropping open in surprise and blurting out, "Miss Lane, what are you doing here? That necklace you’re wearing..."

He stopped mid-sentence as Lucas Shaw suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Call the police, someone has broken in and committed theft. Also, bring out the villa’s surveillance footage. He couldn’t have come in alone."

Brandon Reese’s expression grew stern, and he nodded before leaving the bedroom.

Quickly, the police arrived at the Continental Villa, "May I ask who reported the incident?"

"It was me." Lucas Shaw approached the police, nodding slightly.

Brandon Reese immediately presented the copied surveillance footage as evidence.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

Sylvia Lane didn’t even have time to react before she was taken away in a police car.

With both personal and material evidence available, particularly with the necklace still securely around her neck, her excuses were useless.

Moreover, Lucas Shaw was not willing to let Sylvia Lane off easily, determined to pursue the matter, so she didn’t even have a chance to retort.

Her objections were utterly futile.

S University Laboratory.

Charlotte Summers suddenly exclaimed, disrupting everyone’s thoughts.

Sean Wynn couldn’t help but complain, "What are you freaking out for? I was finally getting some clue, and now you’ve completely interrupted it."

"Serena, look quickly!" Charlotte Summers passed the phone to Serena Summers, her face showing an indescribable complexity.

Serena Summers calmly put down what she had in hand and took the phone.

Upon clearly seeing the chat screen on the phone, a hint of puzzlement appeared in her clear apricot eyes.