Chapter 1383: 1382: Lucas Knight Took His Life!

...In the blink of an eye, Eva Nightingale couldn’t remember how many days had passed before Lucas Knight escorted her onto the airplane.

He brought her abroad alone.

He promised and he delivered!

Because he treated it as a vacation, he had someone send top-quality handmade gowns and a diamond-studded crown, dressing her up beautifully.

They arrived in the Marwell Islands at night.

Just after disembarking, he asked:

"Are you really pregnant?"

Eva was bewildered for two seconds: "..."

He was very serious, completely devoid of any sense of crisis, unlike his usual self, he became very gentle: "I never touched you, your child... if you’re really pregnant, whose child is it?"

"Lucas... the Lucas Knight you mentioned?"

His words made Eva’s entire body go weak, almost losing her balance in her high heels.

How did he know?

As if sensing Eva’s confusion, he spoke: "Imperial President, Lucas Knight, hmm?"

He was the head of the Readington Family, there was no information he couldn’t find!

Lucas.

That was the name she called out in her dreams.

Girl, have you fallen in love with him?

Eva’s eyes became a bit moist, no, she wasn’t pregnant, she wanted to be, but wasn’t.

This man, he’s really so dangerous!

He seems to know everything?

"Don’t move..." In the night, a group of black-clad men surrounded them, all armed with guns, solemn, chilling, imposing.

The cold, dark muzzles were all aimed right at the head of Lucas Knight.

The guns were cocked and loaded, a slight pull of the trigger and he’d be riddled with holes...

Not even gods could save him after taking so many bullets.

"Wife." From the darkness, a tall, imposing figure emerged, wearing a black trench coat, cold eyes, deep and penetrating, his voice was sensuous and alluring.

The brilliant neon lights outlined his features in a handsome and striking manner.

Standing at a height of 1.89 meters, just the air of nobility he carried was overwhelming, his mere presence exerted immense pressure.

It had been a few days since they last met, and he seemed like a completely different person, fatigue etched between his brows, looking much more gaunt, as if he hadn’t slept a peaceful night.

For some reason, his voice carried a hint of madness...

Such a familiar voice, Eva instinctively turned her head.

"Lucas..."

Tears welled up and burst from her eyes, just as she turned her head, a gunshot rang out, her eyes were suddenly covered, plunging her into darkness, unable to see a thing!

The world spun, she fell into a broad, solid embrace, her lips were sealed, his body was icy cold, his voice equally cold: "Don’t look."

He forbade her from witnessing any bloodshed!

"Bang—"

Another gunshot, followed by the sound of men fighting.

She had wanted Lucas Knight dead, but didn’t anticipate it would happen so suddenly.

This was the Marwell Islands, they’d just gotten off the plane...

Judging by the formation, Lucas Knight must have brought at least hundreds of men...

Lucas Knight wrapped his arm around her waist, walking into the midst of a fleet of luxury cars, tossing her into a Rolls-Royce, preparing to go back and confront them!

"Lucas Knight..." She climbed out, "Let me see..."

He paused for a moment and then turned back, looking at her, this outfit... it looked like a wedding dress!

"What’s wrong? Are you worried about him?"

"No..."

"Then why the hell aren’t you getting your ass back inside!" He suddenly shouted, all his worry and jealousy pouring out.

Eva was reduced to tears by his fierce scolding!

He relentlessly bore down, his large hand roughly tearing off her expensive gown.