Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 81 - -lucca

"Have you figured it out?"

Albert Wilson coldly asked Carbles, pressing her as she struggled desperately against him.

Carbles looked at him with a complex expression before replying in a deep voice:

"You'd better... brace yourself."

Albert Wilson's heart sank immediately. At that moment of distraction, the woman in his arms managed to break free from his grasp and ran toward the stage. The ambulance had already arrived. He glanced at her stumbling figure, clenched his teeth, and followed Carbles upstairs to the office.

Updated from freewёbnoνel.com.

The luxurious yet understated Shengshi CEO office.

Slap!

A loud slap echoed, and a figure in black staggered several steps before managing to steady themselves. It was clear that the person was furious, and the slap seemed to have used all their strength.

The person in black, however, only dared to hold their face and cower against the corner, not daring to make a sound, because the killing intent from the person in front of them was almost suffocating.

"Who gave you permission to touch her!"

Albert Wilson's fury flared as he glared at the person in black, shouting angrily. He casually knocked over a nearby vase with his hand.

He had suspected that, with Carbles' meticulous style of work, it would have been impossible for an outsider to infiltrate the tightly guarded banquet hall and launch an attack. But it turned out that the culprit was someone on the inside!

In fact, when he was on stage earlier, he had noticed the person in black in the crowd. Since he knew it was one of his subordinates, he assumed the person was there to speak with him, so he hadn't been particularly cautious.

He hadn't expected that person to open fire on her! If Vincent hadn't sacrificed himself to save her, perhaps it would have been her lying in a pool of blood right now. The thought made him shiver uncontrollably, and he suddenly... couldn't bear to think any further.

The figure in black clung to the wall, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"Second... Vice President, this is Miss Lucca's order..."

Albert Wilson's furious expression froze instantly, a flicker of hurt and disbelief crossing his eyes. Carbles, standing beside him, couldn't bear to watch and turned his face away.

Albert Wilson's expression tightened as he stepped forward and grabbed the person by the collar.

"So what if it's her order? Even if it's her order, did you get my consent first?"

"Albert, you once said... her order... is... is your order. We... we dare not... disobey..."

The person struggled to speak, drenched in cold sweat. They were just following orders.

Albert Wilson's grip stiffened, and the person slipped out of his hand, collapsing to the ground in a heap, completely limp.

Albert stood there, frozen for a long time, unable to process it. Yes! He had once said that her command was his command, and it was even more binding than his own orders!

But when he said that, he never imagined that one day the gentle, calm woman would use those words to order an assassination on his wife. Even though he had promised her multiple times that he would divorce her if the Lancaster Empire went bankrupt, and even though he knew she had been monitoring his calls with Cynthia, he hadn't said anything.

He took out his phone and dialed the familiar number. Before the person on the other end could speak, he said, word by word, clearly:

"Lucca, don't touch her again. Otherwise... don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

His tone was unusually gentle, just like how he spoke to her every time, but the coldness in his voice made both Carbles and the man collapsed on the ground shiver.

Albert Wilson didn't even know how he suddenly found himself aligned with that little woman. She was the daughter of his enemy, and the woman on the phone was his benefactor. Yet, he found himself siding with her.

"Albert Wilson, you... you're actually going to turn on me for her?"

The voice on the other end, now confirmed to be Lucca's, rose sharply, as if unable to accept this reality.

"Lucca, you're no longer the pure, kind, gentle, and composed woman you once were!"

Albert Wilson gripped his phone, standing there with his dark eyes fixed ahead, his expression calm and unreadable. No one could tell what he was thinking at that moment, not even Carbles.

In truth, what flowed through his heart at that moment was nothing but deep sadness and disappointment. Once, she had been such a beautiful woman—how had she turned into someone so ruthless and willing to put others in harm's way?

If a person has murder in their heart, can their heart still be called kind?

"Heh! I'm no longer pure and kind? Albert Wilson, have you even considered who forced me into becoming this way?"

The woman on the other end of the line clearly had lost her composure.

"Since you married her, you know how you've treated me, deep down. This past year, have you even touched me once?"

He pursed his lips and remained silent, and the woman continued, her voice trembling with agitation.

"You haven't! But for what? A ridiculous seventy thousand? You've been entangled with her in her little apartment every day! And during the New Year, I wondered why you never came to see me. Turns out, you were hiding in the country, enjoying your time with her!"

At this point, it seemed the woman on the other end had started crying.

"Albert Wilson, if you hadn't promised me that you'd divorce me after taking down the Lancaster Empire, how could I have let you marry another woman?"

"Lucca, I only say things once!"

Faced with her crying, he simply said those words and hung up the phone, no longer offering her the usual gentleness, but only... an endless sense of detachment.

This was the first time in all these years that a rift had formed between them.

Downstairs.

By the time Cynthia broke free from Albert Wilson's grip and rushed to the stage, Vincent had already been placed on a stretcher and was being carried by the medical staff toward the car. He seemed to have lost consciousness.

Cynthia's heart instantly sank to the bottom. She staggered forward, but was blocked by Grace Lancaster, who extended her hand to stop her. Grace Lancaster's makeup was ruined, her face was a mess, and she seemed to have become numb with pain. Her expression at that moment was eerily calm.

She stood in front of Cynthia, her tone indifferent yet forceful.

"Cynthia, enough! I'm begging you, haven't you already hurt him enough?"

Cynthia wiped her tears from her face and shook her head desperately.

" please, let me go with him! I can save Vince!"

Gunshot wounds like this were something she encountered almost every time she went out on a job. She had always managed to pull people back from the brink of death, rescuing those in critical condition. From what she observed of Vincent's injury, she doubted the doctors at the hospital—who had never dealt with such severe wounds—would dare to act.

However, her well-intentioned plea seemed like madness to others. Doreen Lancaster stepped forward and shoved her aside from in front of Grace Lancaster. She looked Cynthia up and down with contempt.

"Cynthia, I think you're not just a jinx, you're a crazy woman!"

After saying this, she shoved Cynthia again. With her unstable footing in high heels, Cynthia was pushed back and would have fallen if Maureen Lancaster hadn't caught her just in time.

Seeing her sister in such a dazed and confused state, Maureen Lancaster couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Cynthia, are you really that heartbroken? How could you save Vince? Stop causing a scene, go home and rest. Leave Vince to the doctors."

She had never seen her fourth sister so out of control and hysterical. In her memory, Cynthia was always composed, calm, and distant. Even two years ago, when she and Vincent were separated on that snowy night, Cynthia had only silently endured her fever without saying a word.

Yes, she hadn't said anything or done anything. That was because the pain of parting alive couldn't compare to even a fraction of the pain of losing him forever.

Parting alive meant they couldn't be together, but could at least watch each other from a distance. But death... it meant they could never meet again in this lifetime.

"Maureen, I'm not lying, I can really save Vince!"

She said this in a rush before pulling herself away from Maureen Lancaster's grip and running after him. But with the high heels getting in the way, she kicked them off and sprinted forward. Unfortunately, she was too late—the ambulance carrying Vincent had already raced off.

"No—!"

She cried out in despair before collapsing onto the cold ground.