The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 320 - The Culprit

Chapter 320 - The Culprit

Lucas raised his brows when he saw him as well.

The young man who entered was none other than Bruce's eldest grandson, Connor Hale.

Back then, Lucas had confronted the Hales and caused a stir at their home because Logan had colluded with Scarlet to abduct Amelia. At that time, Lucas had dealt with Connor harshly for making nasty remarks, causing him to suffer many losses.

When Lucas captured all the Hales overnight and put them on the verge of destruction, Connor suffered even more torment in prison.

If Lucas hadn't decided to pardon them and allow them to go home, Connor would have probably died by now.

Thus, Connor felt extremely complicated regarding Lucas. When he saw Lucas, he was full of fear and respect.

"Why are you still standing there at the door? Hurry up and come here to greet Mr. Gray!" Bruce hollered at his incompetent grandson furiously.

The reason he asked Connor to come over was so that he could appear more in front of Lucas and hopefully change Lucas's opinion of him.

After all, Bruce was already in his seventies, and he didn't know how much longer he would live. Once he kicked the bucket, the great business empire of the Hales would be handed over to Connor.

Bruce would be at ease if Connor could be on good terms with Lucas.

Connor suppressed the fear within him as he walked toward Lucas. He greeted respectfully, "h.e.l.lo, Mr. Gray!"

Lucas chuckled when he saw the large droplets of sweat on Connor's forehead and the way his legs seemed to be trembling a little. "h.e.l.lo."

Connor heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the friendly tone of Lucas's voice.

Bruce ordered, "Connor, drive Mr. Gray to Orange Coast Medical Center now."

"Yes, Grandpa." Connor hurriedly nodded before quickly going to the garage. He then drove the best car they had to the entrance of the guest hall to pick Lucas up.

Bruce stood at the door and watched the car leave the residence before heaving a long sigh of relief.

"Gather everyone here for a meeting now!" After he issued this order, all the people in the family began to get busy.

…

Meanwhile, Connor sent Lucas to Orange Coast Medical Center while making sure to drive carefully throughout the journey. "Mr. Gray, we're here…"

When Lucas opened the car door and was about to get out, Connor thought he could finally relax and calm his nerves, which had been tense all this time.

"Oh, by the way…" Lucas suddenly turned around, giving Connor such a huge fright that he shuddered.

Lucas was a little speechless. "Go home and tell your grandfather that I want him to find a place to settle down the nine women I bought at the auction in Club Splendor. Make sure no one can harm them again."

Connor nodded repeatedly. "Okay, Mr. Gray, don't worry. I will definitely relay every single word of yours to Grandpa."

"Okay." Lucas nodded, pushed open the car door, and got out.

Sitting in the driver's seat in the car, Conner completely relaxed his mind and leaned back against the seat. He felt that his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

When Lucas walked into the hospital, he called Jordan and said, "Call Stanley Ray and ask him how things are going over in LA. Tell him to come over immediately if he's free because I'd like for him to go to the Hales and train some of them into capable fighters."

Jordan immediately replied in a much louder voice, "Lucas, let me do it! I happen to have a lot of time on my hands lately. I've been so idle that my skills are getting rusty! Let me go train those newbies! I guarantee I'll be able to put them through tough and arduous training and turn them into elite fighters!"

Lucas was speechless. "I actually have some other tasks I want you to do, but since you want to be their trainer, go ahead. But I still want you to ask Stanley to come over. I have some things for him to handle."

Jordan immediately agreed, but he soon smacked his lips and asked in puzzlement, "Lucas, you're trying to help the Hales become stronger, right? Actually, with your power, you can easily conquer all of Orange County. Why do you still bother going to such great lengths?"

With Lucas's status, he could easily conquer Orange County and even some other counties.

Lucas replied calmly, "Wouldn't that be meaningless? I want to build my power with my own abilities and make it grow to the point that I can confront the Huttons in DC!"

After hearing this, Jordan immediately felt zeal and ardor coursing through his veins. "Okay, Lucas. I promise to make all of those newbies improve by leaps and bounds within a month!"

After ending the call, Lucas thought about it and called Joe, followed by Flynn. He instructed each of them to pick a few trustworthy people and send them to the Hales for training.

Lucas had taken both of them in as trusted subordinates, so he hoped that they could have some capable underlings who could be of help to them.

After all, no one would mind having too many competent and able subordinates.

After giving these instructions, Lucas walked to William's ward.

But to his surprise, Cheyenne wasn't the only one in the ward. Grace was also present and was currently chatting with Cheyenne.

When they saw Lucas enter, both of them beamed with joy and surprise.

"You're back!" Cheyenne immediately stood up and walked quickly toward Lucas. She sized him up and finally heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that he was unharmed.

Grace couldn't leap over and check on Lucas like Cheyenne did, but she stared at Lucas with great concern in her beautiful eyes for a long time. After seeing no visible injuries or dirty stains on his body, she finally felt relieved as well.

Although they had a lot to ask Lucas now, they glanced at each other and tacitly decided not to say anything, lest William became worried after finding out what had happened.

…

In the Wallaces' manor in the southern district of Orange County…

At this moment, there were dozens of people standing around the entrance of the most luxurious villa in the middle.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a corpse lying motionless on the ground.

The corpse belonged to a young man of about 25 or 26 years old. There was a distinct hole in his throat, and his neck was covered with some dried blood.

The eyes of the corpse were still wide open, out of focus and fixed on the starry sky above. He seemed to be confused, as if he hadn't figured out how he died even during his last moments.

"Liam! My poor son, you've died such a tragic death! Who killed you?!" a woman in her late forties shrieked at the top of her lungs as she leaped toward the corpse on the ground.

Many of the Wallaces, standing at the side, seemed to be furious and grief-stricken.

"Who was it? Who the h.e.l.l had the audacity to do such a vicious thing to a Wallace!?!" a few reckless and impulsive young men hollered in rage.

Kyle stood beside the group of Wallaces and said with a look of grief on his face, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault for failing to protect Liam well and ended up letting some villain scheme against him, causing him to die at such a young age. Mr. Wallace, please punish me!"

He had a polite att.i.tude and was even hanging his head a little low.

Liam's grandfather, Pierre Wallace, had anger written all over his face as he glared with his eyes wide open and full of fury.

Although Liam wasn't too competent, he was still Pierre's grandson, whom he had watched grow up. Yet Liam ended up dying tragically on their own turf in Orange County. No matter what, he would never let the culprit off the hook! "Mr. Kingston, please tell us who killed my grandson."