Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351 Lucas hung up the phone and reported truthfully: "Mr. Sterling, Poisonous Worm actually found out that Miss Blackwood is on the island. Mr. Kingsley thought it was us who gave him the tip. Now that she is with him, should we go and pick her up?"

"No, it takes time to test the bone marrow results. I want to confirm one thing first."

Lucas didn't know what he wanted to confirm, and even Aveline, whom he should put first, he temporarily put her behind.

Alexander was in a very bad state now. One could vaguely see beads of sweat on his head, and his hand that was holding the steering wheel was shaking slightly.

Who is that woman? How could Alexander have such a big reaction?

Could it be an old lover who had some dispute with Alexander?

In short, Alexander was so abnormal that night. The car was speeding all the way, and Lucas couldn't help but hold on to the armrest to prevent himself from being thrown out.

The car quickly drove back to the city, and Lucas's mind flashed to where Alexander might go.

Who knew the car would actually drive to the cemetery?

Is Alexander going to pay homage to the old lady this late at night?

There was a violent storm outside, lightning and thunder, and the car was speeding greatly. Under the lightning, Lucas saw the densely packed tombstones all over the mountain.

Even him, a man who had risen from the dead, looked at such a scene, and he felt a little out of breath.

The car didn't stop until it reached a small road. Lucas hurriedly got down with an umbrella, trying to cover Alexander.

Not to mention holding an umbrella, Alexander stumbled up the mountain as if his soul had been taken away.

The soil had become soft and sinking under the heavy rain. When one steps on it, one will find a big mud pit, which is slippery and dirty.

Alexander's steps were fast, and his heavy Martin boots splashed through the stagnant waters.

There were only a few weak lights on the mountain, which shine on the tombstones, making them look even more eerie.

The strong wind lifted the surrounding branches, making a "swishing" sound.

Although the heavy rain had soaked Alexander's whole body, Lucas still held the umbrella over Alexander's head.

"Mr. Sterling, you see it's raining so hard and Miss Blackwood is still at Mr. Kingsley's place. Why don't we go back now?"

Alexander lowered his head and slowly said: "Open the tomb."

Lucas habitually replied: "Okay."

It took him two seconds to realize, "What did you say?"

Lucas's heart was beating fast. He must have heard wrongly.

Rumbling, lightning pierced the sky, and the light outlined Alexander's extremely cold face.

Alexander's fingers tightened on the edge of the tombstone, and he emphasized every word: "I want you to dig the grave and open the coffin."