Asked You To Write A Book, Not To Confess Your Criminal Record!-Chapter 525 - 325: Lin Chuan’s Informant_2

After much deliberation, he decided to temporarily stay in the resort to lay low.

Firstly, he was waiting for the execution plan from Morgan Group’s headquarters.

Secondly, he would evacuate as soon as an opportunity arose, to get far away from Southeast Asia.

"Bring me my coat."

Lucas called out through the intercom; this little resort was his private property, never included in any of Morgan Group’s records. Thus, here he didn’t have to worry about being discovered.

In a short while,

from one of the cottages, the secretary Moli emerged with Lucas’ coat in hand, along with a steaming cup of coffee.

Lucas first put on his coat, wrapping it around himself, and then took the coffee from Secretary Moli, sipping it.

The coffee tonight was exceptionally bitter.

"Did you add sugar?"

Lucas asked.

"No, General Manager, you don’t like sugar in it, right?" Secretary Moli replied, her head lowered.

Lucas laughed at himself, "Feeling gloomy, even the coffee tastes a few degrees bitterer than usual."

Secretary Moli didn’t say anything.

The sea breeze lifted her hair, fluttering slightly.

Lucas couldn’t help but ask about the current outside situation, mainly regarding the Morgan Group’s industry chain in Southeast Asia.

Secretary Moli replied truthfully: total collapse.

Lucas’ hand holding the coffee stiffened, his complexion rather unnatural. On the dimly lit seaside resort, the sound of waves followed one after another, as if incessantly battering Lucas’ psychological defenses.

Indeed.

Years of hard-earned achievements in gambling, addictive drugs, entertainment, human trafficking, and other industries were destroyed overnight. No, in just a few hours, all were disrupted.

Now he had nothing left!

Lucas took another sip of coffee, indeed it was very bitter, his mouth a mix of the aroma and bitterness of coffee: "Moli, now only you are left."

Secretary Moli pursed her lips slightly, just nodding in response.

Lucas turned to gaze out at the open sea, in the pitch-black world, he could only vaguely make out the sea horizon and waves nearby.

"Moli, have you been keeping up with Lin Chuan’s movements?" Lucas asked.

This had been one of his daily tasks for some time now.

Secretary Moli nodded: "I have."

"Tell me about it."

Lucas said, unable to leave this small resort for a while, he could only stay updated on Lin Chuan, waiting for an opportunity to strike at him again with the force of thunder!

"Lin Chuan, he..."

Secretary Moli raised her head, her eyes meeting Lucas’, and her words faltered.

"What’s with him?" Lucas asked.

"He’s watching you," Secretary Moli answered.

"Watching me?"

Lucas’ brows furrowed, his expression froze.

How is Lin Chuan watching me?

How can he see me?

Her words sounded strange.

She smiled: "Yes, Lin Chuan is watching you. He has been watching you ever since you left the office."

Lucas’ face changed instantly, his brow furrowed deeply.

This was not the Moli he knew!

Right away,

Lucas took a step towards Moli, his voice clear amid the sound of the waves crashing on the shore:

"Clarify what you’re saying!"

"What do you want to hear?" Moli, instead of stepping back, looked steadily at Lucas, a cold smile appearing on her face.

"What’s your relationship with Lin Chuan?" Even Lucas, foolish as he may be, could tell that his long-time secretary was problematic!

"I have no relationship with him, but if there is any, it was just a collaboration," Moli said with a cold laugh.

"Collaboration?"

Lucas’ pupils constricted, a chill running through his heart, but a surge of anger quickly surfaced on his face.

He raised his hand and grabbed Moli by the neck, angrily demanding, "You betrayed me?"

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"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Mirth remained untouched on Moli’s face.

Lucas was still holding the coffee that Moli had brewed for him. "You poisoned me?"

Moli replied calmly, "I just added something extra, enough to make you weak and unable to resist, that’s all."

As soon as she finished speaking,

Lucas tried to throw his coffee at Moli, but his right hand suddenly lost strength, and the steaming coffee spilled over his hand.

At the same time, his entire body lost strength, and he slumped down, leaning against a rock.

"You, you..."

Lucas lifted his powerless hand, pointing at Moli, his secretary looking down on him.

He wanted to call for help, but couldn’t even reach the intercom.

Little did he know,

Secretary Moli simply handed the intercom to him: "Who do you want to call? I’ll help you."

Anger surged through Lucas: "Why would you betray me!?"

His voice seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He never imagined that his secretary, Moli, would betray him.

"If Lin Chuan hadn’t opened my eyes, I might have remained fooled by you forever," Secretary Moli sneered, resembling a judge under the dim light.

She continued, "Do you remember the book ’Ace Agent’ by Lin Chuan, the story about Yan Jing’s secretary?"

Of course, Lucas remembered.

It was because of his secretary’s betrayal that Mr. Lin obtained the evidence against Yan Jing.

Could it be...

Lucas looked up sharply at Moli!

So the International Police were able to control so much key information because his secretary had betrayed him!

A scornful smile played on Moli’s lips: "It seems you’re not too stupid, but think about it, why would Yan Jing’s secretary choose to betray him?"

Lucas struggled to recall.

The plot of ’Ace Agent’ flashed through his mind.

He remembered.

Yan Jing’s secretary, Zhou Yun, her husband was killed in a car accident arranged by Yan Jing, and upon discovering the truth, she chose to collaborate with Mr. Lin.

Moli spoke coldly, "You and Yu Qin were reading the book at the time, you remember, so don’t you recall my parents?"

Lucas’ pupils shrank, his face filled with horror.

"Weren’t they killed by you? And to think I naively became your secretary!" Moli let out a disdainful laugh, "But what kind of fetish is this? Do you enjoy watching us being manipulated by you? Does it satisfy your desire to conquer?"

The sound of waves, unceasing, filled their ears.

The sea breeze carried a chill that penetrated the heart.

Lucas fell silent. Explore hidden tales at novelbuddy

His heart pounded, shocked, filled with a mix of sorrow and rage!

So his secretary had been in cahoots with Lin Chuan all along.

His every move was being monitored by Lin Chuan; no wonder Lin Chuan seemed to thwart him at every turn as if he had a god’s-eye view.

Lucas did not regret his sins, but instead asked, "When did you start colluding with Lin Chuan?"

"Does it matter?" Moli gave a cold, mocking smile.

Indeed.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Lucas’s face turned ashen.

Because, behind Moli, several police officers were quickly approaching.

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On a remote seaside in Southeast Asia, although winter was not severe, the night sea breeze carried an imperceptible chill that stealthily invaded the slumbering coast. Through thick layers of clouds, the moonlight was sparse, casting a mottled silver glow that barely illuminated the desolate beach, making everything seem both hazy and lonely.

The waves slapped the shore gently, each touch emitting a dull and prolonged echo, like a deep sigh, sounding particularly mournful in the deserted midnight. Scattered on the beach were a few dried leaves brought by the wind, trembling under the feeble moonlight, appearing as the only signs of life in this desolate scene, yet also so helpless and fragile.

The coconut grove in the distance swayed in the night, yet without the liveliness and vitality of the day, only dark shadows mingling with the gloomy skies, adding a touch of eeriness. Occasionally, the cry of a night bird pierced the silence, soon swallowed by the vast darkness, leaving behind a subtle tremor echoing in the air.

The salty sea breeze brushed across the empty coastline, seemingly capable of reaching through clothes straight into the bone marrow, compelling one to hug their arms, searching for a hint of nonexistent warmth. The surroundings were so quiet that one could only hear their breath and heartbeat, along with the never-ceasing sound of the waves, together weaving a story about solitude, loneliness, and waiting.

On this beach, shrouded in night and melancholy, time seemed frozen, each second elongating the length of solitude, instilling a chill in one’s heart, yet also oddly intoxicating one with this rare serenity and depth.