Lucas also frowned slightly. Although he couldn't hear the car's engine, he saw Yasmeen's mood
change. So it was someone coming?
He glanced at Yasmeen, who instantly understood and walked straight into the house.
Lucas stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly just looking away and thinking of nothing,
but his good-looking eyes gave no indication of any emotion.
The car pulled up to the entrance of the villa and the conspicuous number plate made Lucas’ eyes
twinkle slightly, but he did nothing. Michele, on the other hand, heard the car ring and came running
out. She was a little surprised to see that it was Morty who had arrived.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
It was a little heartbreaking for Morty to look at his daughter with an apron around her at this point.
"You're up so early to make food for that brat? I don't see you being so filial to me."
"Dad."
Michele's face flushed while she subconsciously glanced at Lucas' room just in time to see Lucas
standing by the window and couldn't help but freeze slightly.
Morty had obviously seen it too.
His eyes were clear and he waved his hand, telling Michele to stand down and didn't get close. Then
he got up alone and went upstairs to Lucas's room.
As he watched Morty come up, Lucas turned around and went back to his room, then opened the door
and welcomed Morty in.
Morty gave Lucas a look and gestured for him to close the door behind him before he walked into the
room and sat casually on the side.
He said it casually, but he couldn't restrain his aura of being in a high position all these years.
Looking at the calm and collected look on Lucas' face, he couldn't help but sigh and say, "Sit."
"I've just got up and my back is a bit uncomfortable. I'll stand for a while."
Lucas's words made Morty freeze slightly, but he didn't force him and just whispered, "I heard that you
and Yasmeen have established a relationship?"
"This is my personal business, Uncle Morty."
Lucas' cry of Uncle Morty made Morty feel a little bad all of a sudden.
"You're trading me straight for favors now for that girl? I remember you stopped calling me Uncle Morty
after you were fourteen."
Morty had mixed feelings in his eyes.
Lucas had grown up under his watch, and rather than being his subordinate, he had raised him as his
son.
Over the years, Lucas had spent more time with him than with Samuel and Nicole, and had even grown
closer to him after Samuel had a little boy.
He had always thought Lucas knew his intentions, but now he had chosen Yasmeen, which made
Morty feel a little hard and resentful.
"What's wrong with Michele?"
"She's good, but I just think of her as a sister."
Lucas was just like this. He didn't say anything until he had established a relationship with a girl. When
a relationship was established, then there could be no misunderstanding or ambiguity. It was the least
he could do for himself and for his girlfriend.
Seeing how determined he was, Morty couldn't help but ask, "There's no other possibility? Maybe
there's still a way to turn it around ..."
"Uncle Morty, what exactly did you come to see me about today?"
Lucas didn't think Morty was an idle man who would come to him for such a trivial matter.
When Lucas changed the subject, Morty was a little displeased. But after all, he was the boy he had
watched grow up. So he said in a somewhat depressed voice, "Now you won't even let me say
anything? Am I your uncle or are you my uncle?"
As soon as he heard that, Lucas knew he had made Morty mad and couldn't help but laugh.
"You're my uncle. My dad could beat me to death if I dare let you call me uncle."
Lucas' flirtatious remark did amuse Morty.
"Not about you and Yasmeen for now."
"Why not?"
Lucas got a little depressed.
In the past, when he hadn't been so fond of Yasmeen, they had all whispered in his ear that he couldn't
be cold and heartless to a girl to that extent. How come now that he was being nice to Yasmeen and
they all disagreed?
Looking at Lucas' stubborn face, Morty could not help but think of Samuel and Nicole, who had raised
their son to be so stubborn.
"Get me a glass of water. Can't you see I've been sitting here for a long time? How could you be so
careless?"
"I didn't invite you here. Besides, this is my bedroom, not the living room. Where am I going to get you
some water?"
Lucas was not afraid of Morty and was in the mood to argue with him, which stopped Morty from
getting angry.
"I can't believe there are girls who like you when you look like this. And I am more baffled that there
was even more than one. Are all these women blind?"
"I guess so."
Seeing that Morty wasn't getting to the point, Lucas felt tired of standing, so he sat down opposite
Morty and asked in a low voice, "Did the kidnapper come up with anything?"
"No."
Morty shook his head and looked at Lucas for a moment before he said, "Why didn't you tell me that
there was a problem with the gun? Why didn't you report it? What were you suspecting? Or do you not
even trust your comrades who have been fighting with you for so many years?"
Lucas frowned slightly.
He knew that Morty would know about the gun sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so early.
Now that he heard Morty ask, Lucas didn't react too much but said indifferently, "It's not a matter of
trust or distrust. Rather, I find it puzzling. My guns are always under strict control and no one but me
has access to them, so how could they have been tampered with? The fact that he was able to tamper
with my guns under my tight control shows that he is a quite capable man. So I wondered if I could
draw him out."
"So do you have anyone you suspect? Or have you got a clue?"
"No."
Lucas was so calm in the face of Morty's question that Morty grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it
at him.
"You have no clue but you still have the time to date?"
"I haven't had much of an annual holiday in years. Uncle Morty, I'm not a robot. What's wrong with me
taking this time to rest? Besides, why can't I date? I'm not a dead man."
Lucas grabbed the pillow precisely and smiled, looking not at all aloof anymore.
Morty felt clogged in the heart.
Morty felt clogged in the heart. His son-in-law had been snatched halfway, and now he was still talking
to him jokingly. He really didn't know whether to call himself generous or confident.
"What are you laughing at? Are you trying to show that you have white teeth?"
"Yes, whiter than yours. Look at you, your teeth are yellow from smoking."
When he heard Lucas tease him, Morty was so angry that he wanted to kick him in the face. But
thinking about the implications of this, he finally sighed and asked, "Tell me, why exactly was Yasmeen
showing up at the kidnapping scene? And why did you eliminate her traces? Do you know something?"
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