When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 614: Are You Tired of Living?
Black Hawk was about twice Adrian Lancaster’s age, having experienced much more, so he seemed calmer compared to the younger men around him.
Black Hawk wore a baseball cap, and his weathered, dark face had a sharpness unique to bad men.
Facing Adrian Lancaster’s gaze, he understood he was inescapable, embracing a sense of certain death. Today’s situation was unexpected for him, but he accepted his fate.
Adrian Lancaster wore a serious expression, staring coldly at him, his deep, dark eyes as black as an ancient well, unfathomable.
He dared to lay a hand on his wife! Tired of living!
Soon, more footsteps were heard, and Black Hawk looked to see two men each carrying a chair over.
One chair was placed behind Adrian Lancaster, the other behind Black Hawk.
Is this situation... a negotiation?
Their gazes met, Black Hawk watched him, filled with confusion.
Adrian Lancaster sat down in the chair, his cold eyebrows slightly furrowed, "You should sit too."
Black Hawk’s eyes briefly swept around, everyone staring at him, and from their builds, it was clear Adrian Lancaster’s subordinates were all highly trained experts.
With snipers present, Black Hawk dared not act recklessly.
He knew after threatening Adrian Lancaster’s woman, there was only one way out for him, and these snipers were definitely not just for show.
His gaze returned to Adrian Lancaster, Black Hawk didn’t sit down, simply stared at him, saying nothing.
Adrian Lancaster glanced at his baseball cap, considering his physique, flashes of restored surveillance footage crossing his mind, the man appearing in the hospital...
He vaguely guessed, this man nicknamed "Black Hawk" was Victor Lane.
"Dr. Wyatt Lane, do you remember him?" Adrian Lancaster parted his thin lips, observing his reaction. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Sure enough, this long-lost yet sensitive name caused a flicker in Black Hawk’s eyes, a minute change in expression captured by Adrian Lancaster.
It confirmed for him, truly searching the earth without finding, gaining it without effort.
At this moment, Faye Turner sat alone in the villa, sitting on the sofa, watching the empty yard, waiting for that familiar car to return.
A faint uneasiness lingered in her heart, worrying about Adrian Lancaster.
This morning, when he whispered in her ear that Brandon Lancaster might make a move on her, her primary concern was the child.
But now, the child was safe; her biggest worry was Adrian.
For her and the baby, Adrian might fight against Brandon Lancaster... and Brandon was very treacherous.
Brotherly conflict might also trigger a series of adverse reactions; the consequences were unpredictable.
Grandfather’s side...
Faye Turner sighed, anxiously waiting, her mind a bit disordered, clutching her phone, contemplating calling him but too afraid to do so.
In the suburb, inside the abandoned factory, the whole building seemed on the verge of collapse, the structure mottled, its doors and windows long vacant.
Dust filled the air and covered the ground.
Adrian Lancaster sat on the chair, legs crossed, suppressing his rage, staring at him dangerously—
"Speak, who sent you to threaten Dr. Wyatt Lane? Who wants my father dead?" His face was tense, trying not to resort to violence.
Black Hawk’s two subordinates beside him were somewhat stunned, hardly daring to breathe, the atmosphere around chillingly grim, every person’s gaze as cold as swords.
Black Hawk, true to his name, had exceptionally strong psychological resilience.
Facing Adrian Lancaster’s gaze, his expression remained indifferent, seemingly not inclined to respond.
"Alright, let’s not count the old accounts, let’s talk about today." Adrian Lancaster nodded, his gaze landing on the wig on the ground.
When he lifted his gaze again, the calm from before was gone, "You dare threaten my wife and child, do you wish to die?" His complexion darkened, transmitting a warning.
