The Blood Contract
Chapter 62: Newest auto mechanic

Chapter 62: Newest auto mechanic

Serena took some time to admire her gifts once more in the privacy of her room, without prying eyes. Once satisfied, she kept them all in proper places—apart from the book, which she decided to read before Darrell returned from the tool store.

Sinking into the comfort of the sofa, she flipped over to the first Chapter and dove into the story, having read it multiple times before. It was at that moment she began to appreciate the dark setting of her room, as she found that it provided the perfect atmosphere for her to get lost in the world of the novel.

A while later, she paused her reading and brought the book down as something suddenly occurred to her. She needed to call Vincent. The thought struck her with urgency, and almost immediately, she remembered the moment he had handed her his card — back when she had gone to Viera to pick up her things. It had seemed like a small gesture at the time, but now, it felt more important than ever.

Dropping the book, she moved to her bag to check for the card. But after checking for a while without success, she turned the bag upside down, emptying its contents on the bed.

Again, she carefully searched but found no card among the things in the bag, which made her begin to wonder, with brows furrowed and hands on each side of her waist. How did she lose the card? She was sure she had collected it and put it in her bag. Could it be that she put it in her pocket and thought she had put it in her bag?

With that thought, she started moving toward the closet, recalling which jean pants she had worn that day. But she paused halfway there—laundry was done the day before, and that particular pair of pants had been washed.

Just then, a knock reached her ears, and she moved to open the door.

"I got it, ma’am. Everything is ready," Darrell announced, his voice doing nothing to hide the excitement sparkling in his eyes.

"Alright. Give me a few minutes." Serena walked back inside and still checked the pants to be sure the card was not there, before changing into black shorts and a large brown T-shirt and heading out.

When she arrived at the ground floor, she slowed down, moving her attention toward the kitchen.

"Rhoda," she called out the name of the maid, and in a few seconds, she came running out of the kitchen, wiping her flour-stained hands on a piece of rag.

"Yes, madam," Rhoda responded, her brows furrowing, as that was the first time she was being summoned by Serena.

Lucian, who was seated in the living room with one leg over the other thigh and a glass of wine by his side, shifted his attention from the television and fixed it on her. He also wondered what could have made her summon the maid like that.

"Who did my laundry yesterday?" Serena asked.

"I did, ma’am," Rhoda responded, her heartbeat spiking because she thought she must have done something wrong.

"Did you find any business card in my pants pocket?"

"No, ma’am. I ensured all pockets were emptied before I commenced. I found nothing inside any one of them," Rhoda reported, and Serena’s confusion heightened. How the hell did she manage to lose the card?

"Alright, you can return to what you were doing." She dismissed the maid. "Let’s go, Darrell." She headed out of the house without paying Lucian any attention.

Lucian took a sip of his wine, narrowing his eyes as he wondered which business card she was looking for.

"Sir, you have a call," Adrian’s voice echoed behind him.

"Who?"

"Joe," Adrian responded, and Lucian stretched out his hand to receive the phone and answered the call.

"Hey, what’s good?" Lucian asked, and went silent for a few seconds. "What news?" he asked after a while, and a frown settled on his face when he heard what Joe said. Immediately, he picked up the remote and switched to a news channel, where he caught the news Joe was telling him about.

"BREAKING NEWS: Prominent Business Tycoon Found Dead in Apparent Suicide

The business world is in shock today following the tragic death of renowned billionaire and real estate mogul, Jonathan Wexler, who was found dead in his penthouse early Friday morning in what authorities are calling an apparent suicide.

Wexler, 56, was the founder and CEO of..."

Lucian creased his brows as the news was delivered to his hearing. Jonathan Wexler was one of the five leaders of the Council of Vitae. He was, in fact, the most brutal of them all. If Lucian expected anyone to die of suicide, it wasn’t Jonathan.

"This is not possible, sir. Something is off. Jonathan cannot commit suicide," Adrian spoke out, as if he had been reading Lucian’s thoughts.

"You’re right. This is either Bonnie or someone from his inner circle. He was compelled to do this," Lucian stated his thoughts.

"I don’t think it’s Bonnie. I mean, Jonathan is a top leader of the Council of Vitae. He must have known who the buyer of the Glove of Arashat is, and known not to shake or make any skin contact with Bonnie. So I don’t think Bonnie would have been able to get to him."

"Bonnie is a smart man, Adrian. Trust me, if Bonnie wants to get to Jonathan, he has his ways. Anyways, let’s not rely on assumptions. I think it’s time to send that message to Bonnie." Lucian rubbed his jaw with his forefinger as a smirk formed on his face.

He didn’t pity the dead man. The man had been a thorn in his flesh and a major pain in his butt. He couldn’t be any more grateful that very problem had been settled—and he didn’t have to do it himself.

After Adrian left, he waited for a while before deciding to go see his newest auto mechanic, who had decided to open a workshop in his mansion without his permission.