I nodded. "You can go."
The servant bowed slightly and left, shutting the door behind her.
I let out a small breath, then picked up my phone and unlocked it. 8:00 PM.
Lucas still wasn’t back.
I checked my notifications. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.
Feeling real uneasy right now.
I didn’t trust these people. I had seen too many real-life cases, and enough dramas to know how far families could go when money or power was involved. The two brothers, Stefan and the other one, clearly didn’t like Lucas. His aunt gave off a shady vibe, the wives are nothing to write home about, and Marcus—his uncle—was still a question mark. If he was the same Marcus that sent the letter, that meant he was involved in whatever was happening here. And for all I knew, he could be just as bad as the res
