In the picture, Stella York's figure, from leaving the room to appearing in the backyard, was all alone...
She just chose the time when the bodyguards changed shifts, didn't take any stuff, and left.
In the last glance, her slim body was leaning against the wall, in her dark pupils, there was a complex light.
There was reluctance, sadness, and a hint of determination...
Then, she turned and left through the dog hole without hesitation.
"Bang—" Lucas Scott abruptly waved, instantly knocking the computer on the table to the ground, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his enchanting face covered with a dense gloom.
Gritting his teeth.
"Damian, you actually dare to deceive me!"
"Mr. Scott, we decrypted the surveillance screen, which can only prove there was indeed an insider, but it can't confirm it was Young Master Yakov..." The butler looked at the furious Lucas Scott, anxiously trying to explain for Chad Yakov.
