Chapter 468 Unexpected
Michael secretly dispatched his top surveillance team to keep tabs on Lucas around the clock. He meticulously documented Lucas's every move.Lucas often hung out alone in a corner, occasionally checking his phone or some other high-tech gadget.
Late at night, when The Stuart Villa was silent, Michael's team urgently messaged: [Lucas is quietly packing his bags!]
Michael rushed to Lucas's room. Sure enough, Lucas was strapping on a small, well-equipped backpack, ready to sneak out. Every detail showed he had been planning this for a while.
"Where do you think you're going?" Michael demanded coldly, his voice dripping with scrutiny and pressure.
Lucas was startled by the sudden voice but quickly regained his composure. "I'm going to find my mom," he said firmly, showing none of the fear typical of a six-year-old.
Michael noticed the sophisticated tracking device in Lucas's hand. This seemingly simple yet highly complex gadget instantly piqued his interest. After some questioning, he learned that Lucas had designed and continually improved the tracker himself, its precision even astonishing Michael.
"I'm gonna borrow this tracker," Michael said, reaching to grab the device.
Lucas instinctively clutched the device to his chest, eyeing Michael warily. "This is my device. It's my only hope of finding my mom."
"I'm Emma's husband. I want to find her more than you do," Michael's tone was firm.
Lucas, however, was resolute. "I'm going with you! This is my device. Without me, you wouldn't even know how to use it."
The two locked eyes, the air thick with tension. Even at just six years old, Lucas stood his ground against Michael's intimidating stance. Michael had never seen such a stubborn child.
"I'm going with you," Lucas said firmly.
Michael instinctively wanted to refuse, but a dark thought quickly formed in his mind. Lucas could be an extremely useful tool. During the long journey to the dangerous seas, he might find the perfect opportunity to accidentally get rid of him.
After all, Lucas was George's most cherished son!
If Lucas were to die accidentally while searching for him, George would be devastated.
Thinking of this, Michael couldn't help but smirk.
Charles had killed his parents, leaving him an orphan. Now it was Michael's turn for revenge.
He would make that bastard Charles taste the bitterness of losing everything!
"Fine," Michael unexpectedly agreed, a barely noticeable cold glint in his eyes.
Lucas, unaware of the change in Michael's eyes, excitedly began preparing for departure. He was convinced he could find the missing Emma, his heart filled with courage and anticipation.
Little did Lucas know that the forthcoming sea journey would confront him with unimaginable perils. Michael had already begun meticulously planning how to quietly eliminate this potential obstacle in the vast ocean.
Setting sail at night was too dangerous, so Michael and Lucas anxiously waited until morning.
Once the fleet set sail, Michael, accompanied by the elite bodyguards of the Stuart and Russell families, and Lucas, slowly headed out to sea. Lucas clutched his tracking device tightly, frequently checking the screen for Emma's location, his face a mix of excitement and tension.
"The signal shows Mom is moving!" Lucas whispered to Michael.
A cold glint flashed in Michael's eyes as he began plotting how to deal with the troublesome Lucas. He carefully orchestrated a series of seemingly accidental incidents, hoping to quietly dispose of Lucas.
Michael prepared a seemingly ordinary drink with a small amount of a paralyzing agent added by his subordinate. The dosage was so precise that even a professional toxicologist would have difficulty detecting it. The agent was colorless and tasteless but could quickly incapacitate a person.
Lucas picked up the cup, sniffing it curiously.
"This water smells weird," he frowned.
A nearby crew member quickly explained, "Sea water can sometimes have a peculiar taste. It's normal."
Lucas, half-convinced, took a small sip. Immediately, a strange bitter taste filled his mouth.
"Yuck! This water is awful!" He put the cup down with a disgusted expression. "I can't drink this!"
He then poured the water out, not taking another sip.
Michael's plot was effortlessly thwarted by Lucas's picky taste. The crew members weren't surprised, given that Lucas was a pampered child from a wealthy family.
Michael watched from the sidelines, gritting his teeth as his first plan was easily foiled.
Unwilling to give up, Michael chose a relatively secluded corner of the deck. He had his subordinate slightly loosen a section of the railing, making it look intact but ready to break with a little force.
That afternoon, the sky darkened, and the sea grew rough. Lucas, wearing a blue windbreaker, eagerly roamed the deck, frequently checking his tracking device.
Michael watched from a distance, waiting for the perfect accidental moment.
Just then, a huge wave hit the ship. The vessel rocked violently, and Lucas instinctively reached for the railing to steady himself. As soon as his hand touched the pre-loosened railing, it partially gave way!
Lucas slipped, losing his balance, and was about to fall overboard into the churning sea. In that instant, he was dangerously close to falling into the tumultuous waters.
At the last moment, a Stuart family bodyguard nearby reacted quickly, grabbing Lucas by the collar and pulling him back onto the deck.
"Lucas, be careful!" the bodyguard said, still shaken. "The weather at sea can change in an instant. It's really dangerous!"
Lucas lay on the deck, catching his breath. He looked at the partially broken railing and then around him, chuckling. "My luck is really bad today."
Michael watched coldly from afar as his second plot was once again thwarted by chance.
Lucas, unaware, stood up and continued to focus on his tracking device, as if the near-death experience was just a minor hiccup. The ship continued its journey through the waves, as if nothing had happened. Only the wind continued to howl, seemingly mocking Michael's failed schemes.
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