Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

‘What does he mean by he knows the killer?’

Mrs Jones was taken aback by the statement although she somehow believed after witnessing the bad aura of the man.

She had sensed that the man might actually could help her in having the killer in her grasp! Well, not only that the old hag had aimed for the share in the Lancaster property too.

But of course! Something was still off. Will someone who pops up at your house should be trusted? And what if he offers you help out of nowhere without anything in return?

Something sure was fishy!

A big smelly fish!

“What do you mean by that? Possibly what can you have in return from me?”

Mrs Jones scurried towards the sofa and settled down without bothering herself in order to clean up the dead body.

The lady had no sympathy for the dead butler but the focus if her attention was on the mysterious man. Since he did not tell his name thus the old hag didn’t dare to dig in when her work was being done already.

She plopped on the sofa with her heavy buttocks slumped in the poor foam, while the man sipped on the tea and put his left leg on the right.

The unnamed man had his men all over the villa and he himself had known a few tricks, which could save him from any trouble and the gun in the pocket of his coat was the only weapon he had ever needed.

“I will tell you when the time will come, for now you need to stay low for the Lancaster family.”

He instructed her that she could not understand why Mrs Jones was told to stay low and away from her father.

“Is there any specific reason why I should do that? Is the killer from my family?”

She suspected and placed her question in front of him, the woman had no clue whom she provoked by that inquiry.

The man lifted his arm and jerked it in her direction that within a few seconds a long thin but sharp needle got stuck in the wall. The woman turned her head very slowly though she gul0ed down her fears but her legs had been clearly shaking.

“You talk too much, woman! Just do what I said or else the next needle will be in the between your eyes.”

His serene yet scary voice warned her while Mrs Jones reflexively nodded and sat there quiet.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She began to process her thoughts while the man soon left after finishing his tea, and a jury of ten men emerged from different directions to trail behind him.

After he took his leave Mrs Jones was left to deal with the dead butler, but perhaps the sound of relief would have resonated from the Jones villa after the grim reaper left!

•••

Back there in the Lancaster villa grandpa Lancaster had been waiting for Lucas in his study room. He wanted to discuss the issue with him and to warn that he might not be able to protect him much longer.

The door knocked and Lucas peeked inside with a smile, he had always loved the old man genuinely due to his kind nature. And grandpa Lancaster along with Lucas’ own father were his ideal when it came to business inspirations!

“You sent for me, grandpa?”

The old man placed his book on the table and dragged down his glasses to the tip of the nose and gestured for him to walk in.

“Oh yes, come. Come inside!

Lucas strode inside and respectfully plopped in the chair.

“You might be aware that I know who was behind the murder of my son in law.”

The old man glanced at him meaningfully while Lucas’ expressions turned serious at once. The young man hada already acknowledged that his deed would not stay hidden for long.

“But I don’t want Nathalie to catch you at any cost. Are you understanding what I’m saying?”

The old man wanted conformation from him that Lucas would not mess up his relationship up Nathalie no matter what happened.

“It’s not like I will put you under a trial for murdering him since I never liked that man myself. But make sure this stays hidden just as it is now.”

The old man sighed and instructed him while he tucked his back with the chair.

There was a visible pain and worry in his eyes as if he had gotten tired of working fir his children, who turned out to be nothing but trash which he simply could not throw out since it was his own blood.

Grandpa Lancaster resumed his speech again which pulled out Lucas from his thoughts since he had actually grown worried after hearing the old man’s words.

“Nathalie is the only person I care about now since my beloved wife died everything crumbled. You know Lucas, she is not my really my own blood but that kid had done everything which could bring me happily.”

Lucas had been hearing him and his expression turned softer since he too was aware that Nathalie was such a kind woman. The one whom a man would love to marry and spend his life with!

“Her mother was a prostitute whom my bastard son kept and then left when Nathalie was born. I’m grateful that I came to know about this and took in Nathalie while her mother died soon.”

“That’s why she don’t believe in love now after what her father did to her mother. But I believe Lucas,”

The old man paused and turned his head towards Lucas who was quietly listening to all the session.

“I believe that you can open her heart and can show her that the world is beautiful. She deserves the happiness, my son. She really deserves the best and I know only you can give it to her.”

Lucas held his wrinkled hand and squeezed it gently while he nodded and reassured the old man.

“Don’t worry grandpa, I will take good care of her since we both want her to be happy.”