Chapter 860 Once She Came to His House, She Can't Escape from His Control
But no matter what her intentions were, once she stepped into his house, she wouldn't be able to escape from his control.
Darian left JK after half an hour to go home and prepare lunch.
Of course, preparing a fancy lunch alone would be impossible, so he specifically called Alaric to help him out.
Meanwhile, Violet, after Darian left, nervously took out the half-finished sketch that Darian had seen earlier and began to work on it.
Suddenly, Max came over and knocked on the door.
He had received an email from Eddy about the background of the joint design company, and after reading it, he was shocked. He rushed over to ask Violet about it.
Knock, knock. Violet called out, "Come in."
Max pushed the door open, quickly closed it behind him, and walked over to Violet with the printed email in hand.
"Violet, there's something I need to tell you," Max said, his face tense and filled with shock, unaware that Violet had also seen Eddy's email.
"Max, what's up?" Violet put down her design pen and asked.
"Take a look at this first." Max handed her the printed email.
Violet took it, glanced at it quickly, and then said nonchalantly, "Where did you get this?"
"Eddy sent it to me," Max replied, frowning. "Is this company connected to Darian?"
"Max, just pretend you didn't see this," Violet said, not wanting to alert anyone prematurely.
Max was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I'll explain it to you later. For now, focus on preparing for the design competition," Violet continued.
Max didn't understand but decided to drop the matter for now, remembering Violet's advice. So, was he going to leave this matter aside for now?
On the other side, Alaric initially didn't know who the guest was. When he found out, he was immediately on edge.
Rumor had it that Brady was recently obsessed with Jade's disappearance case, and now Darian was inviting Violet over for lunch?
Wasn't that too obvious?
Alaric, concerned for Darian, secretly sent a message to Lucien while helping with the preparations.
He knew that as long as Lucien was around, Darian wouldn't do anything reckless to Violet.
Otherwise, if something happened, Brady would surely come after him.
So, with this in mind, he had to get Lucien to come over.
After sending the message, Alaric continued helping with the cooking.
Darian had learned to cook while abroad, and his skills were quite good.
Alaric diligently helped with washing and prepping, and when everything was ready, he noticed an ashtray in another sink.
Why was there so much foam on the ashtray?
Had it been soaked in detergent but not washed?
Alaric walked over and said, "Darian, has this ashtray not been washed for days? Why is there so much foam?"
"I'll wash it for you," he said, reaching for the ashtray.
Darian saw this and immediately grabbed Alaric's hand, his eyes fierce and sharp. "Leave it. Don't touch it."
Alaric was startled by Darian's murderous look, breaking into a cold sweat. "What's wrong? Shouldn't the ashtray be washed?"
"I said, leave it."
"Okay, okay, I won't wash it," Alaric said, not daring to insist. He backed off.
Darian finally let go of his hand and continued cooking.
After a busy morning, nearing lunchtime, the doorbell rang.
Alaric guessed it might be Lucien, as it wasn't yet noon at JK. "Darian, I'll get the door."
But as he took a step, Darian grabbed his T-shirt collar and pulled him aside. "No need. Go sit on the couch."
With a smile, Darian went to open the door himself.
As the door opened, Darian's smiling face instantly darkened. "What are you doing here?"
Lucien looked at him, his thin lips curling into a smile. "What, not happy to see me?"
Darian wasn't unhappy to see him, but his timing was off. Since he was here, Darian couldn't turn him away. "Come in. You're always welcome."
"What brings you here in broad daylight?" Darian, always sensitive and sharp, found it unusual for Lucien to show up unannounced.
After all, what if he hadn't been home?
"You might not believe it, but I was passing by and saw your car parked outside, so I decided to drop in," Lucien explained casually.
Darian remembered his car was indeed parked outside, not in the garage.
No wonder he came by.
"Quite the coincidence," Darian said, his doubts easing. He went to pour Lucien a glass of water.
Lucien took the water, sipping it lightly. "Smells good in here. Got guests?"
Darian nodded. "Perfect timing. I'm hosting a lunch. Join us."
"Will I be intruding on your guests?" Lucien asked deliberately.
"Not at all. You know her."
"Who?" Lucien feigned ignorance.
"Violet," Darian replied just as the doorbell rang again.
This time, it was likely Violet.
Darian said, "That should be Violet."
He went to open the door.
Sure enough, Violet was there, but she wasn't alone. She had brought Calliope.
Seeing her companion, Darian's eyes narrowed.
Violet still had reservations about him.
But he understood; she hadn't completely fallen out with Brady yet.
"Violet, come in," Darian said, pulling his thoughts back and inviting her inside.
Violet nodded and handed him a gift box. "First time at your place, I brought a gift. Hope you like it."
Inside the box was a listening device.
"Violet, you shouldn't have. But since you bought it, I'm sure I'll like it," Darian said, taking the box without suspicion.
The group walked inside.
In the living room, Violet saw Lucien and instinctively glanced at him, then quickly looked away to avoid arousing Darian's suspicion.
Lucien also avoided looking at her, as if they both understood the need to keep Darian from suspecting anything.
They kept their distance throughout the meal, until it was nearly over. Violet gave Calliope a look, and Calliope understood, excusing herself to the bathroom to scout the place.
Darian's house had a unique design, with many winding corridors.
Calliope walked around but found nothing unusual. As she was about to head back, she noticed a protruding round ornament on the hallway wall.
The more she looked at it, the more out of place it seemed.
She walked over and reached out to press it.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, followed by a heavy blow.
Calliope, dazed and in pain, fell to the ground, clutching her neck and looking at her attacker.
It was Darian.
He crouched down, his eyes cold, staring at her. "Ms. Green, didn't your parents teach you not to touch things in other people's homes?"
"Seems they didn't. Let me teach you today."
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