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Chapter 240

Chapter 240:
The punch landed squarely on his left cheek with a resounding thud, sending him staggering backward several steps.
He was completely caught off guard.
Lucas stormed inside, his face a storm of fury, bloodshot eyes burning, and veins pulsing angrily on his forehead.
Without sparing a glance at Johnson, he headed straight upstairs, his footsteps heavy with purpose.
Johnson watched Lucas’ back and clicked his tongue, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
Lucas hadn’t held back with that punch; Johnson could still feel the sting and taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips.
“What a hothead,” Johnson muttered under his breath, his tone laced with annoyance.
He hadn’t expected Lucas to react like this.
A few minutes later, Lucas descended the stairs, his expression colder than ever, his voice sharp and biting. “Where’s Belinda?”
Johnson rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. “How could Belinda be here? She told me she went to Bethany’s place.”
Lucas’ jaw tightened, the dark look on his face unwavering as he pressed further, asking, “Then explain the moaning I heard on your end of the line just now. What was that about?”
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“It’s the sound from the TV,” Johnson replied flatly, his tone calm but firm.
Lucas didn’t believe him, his sullen glare drilling into Johnson. “If that’s the case, why did you hang up so abruptly and then turn off your phone?”
Johnson shrugged nonchalantly. “My phone was dying, like I told you. It shut off right after the call.”
Lucas’ piercing eyes remained fixed on Johnson, the silence between them heavy with tension.
Johnson looked at Lucas with a resigned expression. “You don’t believe me? You think I’m lying?” he asked.
Something in Lucas’ expression shifted at those words, his brows furrowing as if a thought had struck him.
The raging fire in his eyes began to fade, and his rigid posture relaxed slightly.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions.
He realized how reckless he had been, letting his emotions take control so easily.
What had he even been thinking?
Taking a steadying breath, Lucas lifted his gaze to Johnson, his voice rough with remorse. “I’m sorry for acting recklessly and punching you like that, Johnson.”
“Take a seat and cool off,” Johnson replied, his tone calm.
Lucas walked to the sofa, lowering himself onto it heavily.
Johnson turned to face him, his expression serious. “Lucas, we’ve known each other since we were kids, and I’ve never seen you lose control like that. Not even during assassination attempts or when Harold’s men took Verena—you kept your head then. But this? This is something else.”
Lucas listened in silence, Johnson’s words sinking in.
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