**Chapter 352 He Must Know Something**
The stark reality was that Roxanne had no intention of returning for Ethan; her focus was solely on Dawn. Ethan was merely an obstacle in her path, a mere afterthought in her grand design.
Was she truly the chairwoman of the Stonewarden Group?
It was difficult to ascertain.
His hands stilled, a sudden tension gripping him, and he opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening with an intensity that could cut through steel. “There’s one more person we’ve overlooked.”
His thoughts were immediately drawn to Dawn’s uncle, Lucas.
No matter how one viewed it—whether it was the old flames of suspicion or the way he had unearthed secrets hidden by Dawn’s mother in the hills upon his return—Lucas’s demeanor did little to convince anyone of his innocence.
Ethan exhaled slowly, his eyes fluttering shut once more as he tried to gather his thoughts. His knuckles were white from the tension of his grip, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing inside him.
He lifted his head, his eyes darkening with a tempest of emotions.
“Bring Lucas to me. Immediately!”
Tony flinched at the command, hastily reaching for his phone, the urgency palpable in the air.
Jonathan’s expression was inscrutable, shadows dancing across his features as he remained silent, waiting for the call to connect. Once the line was quiet, he spoke in a low, steady voice, “Lucas was indeed linked to that fire, but he wasn’t the mastermind behind it. I don’t believe this situation has anything to do with him.”
Lucas wouldn’t dare to cross them. He was a sycophant, always chasing after power and influence.
Together, Ethan and Jonathan were a force to be reckoned with, enough to instill fear in Lucas. And Trifton still held Austin, a powerful card in their hand.
If anyone had harmed Dawn, there was no chance this case would simply fade away.
“It doesn’t matter whether he’s involved or not. He must know something.”
Ethan’s bloodshot eyes remained fixed on a point on the car roof, unblinking and resolute.
This wasn’t mere logic—it was an unwavering conviction. Lucas had to possess some information.
Ethan had exhausted every avenue available to him.
Jonathan’s brow furrowed, and after a moment’s pause, he cautioned, “Be careful.”
Once the call ended, Ethan continued to stare at the ceiling, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if searching for answers hidden in the plaster above.
“Boss…” Tony ventured, glancing nervously at the rearview mirror. “I’ve already arranged for Lucas to be brought to the villa. Should we head back now?”
Perhaps once this matter was resolved, Ethan would finally find a moment of peace, a chance to rest his weary mind.
“Yeah.”
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After two relentless days of torrential rain, the skies finally began to clear. The oppressive dark clouds that had loomed over the city gradually dissipated, allowing rays of sunlight to pierce through the horizon, illuminating the world as if a shuffled deck of cards had finally been set right.
Approximately forty minutes later, the car rolled to a stop in front of the villa.
Even from a distance, they could spot Lucas standing there, drenched in sweat, his demeanor betraying an anxious energy.
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