Semua Bab You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Bab 541 - Bab 550

Lucian calmly leaned against the headrest instead of responding to Kyros' words. His composed demeanor showed no signs of anxiety. He hardly seemed like a man under someone's thumb.His reaction was entirely different from what Kyros was expecting to see. He expected Lucian to be fearful, frantic, and begging for mercy. Instead, he was as calm as a millpond. It was as if he were sitting in his own home.Kyros grabbed him by his face and spoke through gritted teeth, "Your reaction leaves me feeling useless, Lucian. Aren't you scared?"Lucian wasn't angered by Kyros' actions. He showed no inclination to engage. The calmer he remained, the more hysterical Kyros became. He forcefully tore Lucian's clothes, exposing the scars on his chest. "Have you forgotten the pain after your scars healed?"His fingers danced across a scar and forcefully dug his nails in. Blood dripped down between the cracks of his fingers and onto the sheets."Shall I help jog your memory? Back in that basemen

Kyros' men had already left from the moment he brandished the remote. The crowded room had emptied, leaving only a few people within. Cade shot Lucian a look to signal for him to draw Kyros' attention so he could take the remote from him.Firearms and ammunition were contraband domestically. The control of raw materials was extremely stringent and required multiple formalities. Even if Kyros could manage it, the quantity made would likely be limited. But, no one would risk their life to gamble on the authenticity of such a claim.Kyros flashed a smile at Cade when he noticed the latter's intention. However, the smile was a grim warning. "I know what you're up to, Mr. Carter. But, you'd better keep it to yourself. I'm very skittish. What if you scare me into accidentally pressing the button? The consequences would be disastrous. You wanted Lucian to call Calista just to witness their heartbreaking separation, didn't you? Wouldn't it be boring if it's just the two of them? Why do

Back at the dilapidated residential building, there was a stalemate due to Kyros' explosives. There was uncertainty regarding their existence.The police had arrived but they were unable to enter. With no other buildings around and Kyros far from the windows, snipers couldn't be deployed. The negotiator had spoken. But, they didn't receive a single response. It felt as if they were talking to a brick wall. Kyros still had hostages which prevented them from launching an assault.The man who everyone was anxiously watching, seemed the most at ease."Do you think Calista is going to make it, Lucian?"Lucian was back on the bed and leaning against the headboard. Kyros had been quite heavy-handed with the drug he administered. Despite having been awake for a while, Lucian remained feeble. "Instead of worrying if she's going to make it, you should be concerned about your backer. News has likely gotten out by now. Want to see?"Kyros shot him a knowing smile."I'll pass."He toyed

When Calista heard that there were no signs of life, she nearly fell to her knees. However, she quickly steadied herself. She held her breath and looked at Cade.She didn't know why she had instinctively looked his way. Perhaps the lack of certainty had instilled a desire to hear the answer from someone else. However, the reaction all but lasted a split second. She quickly regained her composure. She stumbled to the location where someone was mentioned to have been found.Calista was about to climb up when a fireman stopped her."It's dangerous up there. You can't be there.""I won't get in your way. I need to see who it is you found. My husband … My husband is down there somewhere."The person who stopped her was unfazed."We'll bring him down. Please step aside. There are scattered cement blocks up there. You'll slip into the gaps up there."Seeing how pale Calista seemed, the person repeated, "There's nothing for you to worry about. We'll bring him down."That empty reassu

Lucian lay motionless in the ICU. Safe for the occasional soft beep from the machines, it was deathly quiet. It was as if his mind remained trapped in that dilapidated residential building.When he threw that lighter, there was no absolute certainty whether he'd live or die. But, he knew it was his only chance at survival.Manufacturing self-made explosives, hostage-taking, and illegal fundraising—each count was enough to keep Kyros in prison for several years. There were also the deaths of Jean Jacquez and his bodyguards to consider. Though he hadn't directly caused their deaths, there was no chance of him washing his hands clean of his involvement.Kyros wanted Lucian to join him in death. But the longer it dragged on, the less favorable his circumstances became.They were on the third floor and the self-built home stood a little over 30 feet. Falling from that height wouldn't kill him unless he were incredibly unlucky. However, there were protective railings around the house