After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

"You! What have you done?" Mark's voice trembled with panic upon hearing Lucas' words.

Lucas curled his lips into a cold smile, his gaze sharp and menacing. "Who contacted you, and where is Annie now? I want all the details. Miss even one, and your son will lose a finger. Don't doubt me I'm capable of anything." Without waiting for Mark to respond, Lucas hung up the phone.

"That devil!" Mark glared at the disconnected call, smashing his phone in anger. His chest heaved violently, his face turning ashen.

His assistant, seeing the outburst, cautiously asked, "What should we do now, Mr. Lewis?"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mark's face darkened. "Contact him. If he can get my son out, I'll agree to whatever he asks!"

The assistant hesitated, worried. "But if Lucas finds out about this..."

"Just do it!" Mark snapped. "Also, prepare a detailed list of everything involved in this incident. Write down everything he might want!"

It was clear he was ready to switch sides. If the other party couldn't help him, he'd turn to Lucas in an instant.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the assistant quickly answered, "Yes, sir."

Time passed slowly, each minute dragging on.

Mark waited anxiously, and after about two hours, his phone rang again.

Despite the smashed screen, the phone still functioned.

Seeing the caller ID, Mark's face grew even more grim.

"Hello?"

Desmond's amused voice came through. "Mr. Lewis, you really lack the spirit of cooperation. I've just sent you a picture. It's regarding your son's current situation. Make sure to check it." With that, the call ended.

A sense of foreboding washed over Mark, making his heart sink instantly.

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In no time, a photo arrived on Mark's shattered phone screen. Through the web of cracks, he could see son curled up on the floor, his left hand drenched in blood. His son was clutching his wrist, staring in horror at his hand-beside him lay a severed finger!

Lucas really did it!

Mark gripped his phone tightly, his eyes reddened with fury, but beneath that anger was deep fear. Lucas knew he had sent someone to contact that other person! Clearly, Lucas was far more dangerous than he seemed.

No wonder Lucas wasn't concerned about the online backlash. He could resolve it easily if he wanted to.

A cold sweat broke out on Mark's back as dread filled his chest.

He quickly dialed his assistant.

"Send everything to Lucas immediately. Stop contacting the other guy!"

It had been two hours, and that person still hadn't rescued his son.

Instead, his son had lost a finger because of him!

It was clear now-following Lucas' orders was the only way.

Desmond quickly relayed the news to Lucas.

"Mr. Tudor, Annie is in a psychiatric hospital."

Lucas' voice was cold. "Send someone to bring her back."

"Yes, sir." Desmond immediately obeyed, silently marveling at howe bizarre the situation was. Whoever took Annie had placed her in a psychiatric hospital of all places.

But no one would have guessed that she'd be there.

With the location confirmed, Desmond led a team to the hospital. When they arrived, several cars were about to leave. He ordered his men to block the vehicles and search them. In one of the cars, they found

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