The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 667 - Corpse In The Car

Chapter 667: Corpse In The Car

At this moment, Dallas was truly terrified of Lucas. He saw the obvious killing intent in Lucas’s eyes. If Lucas wanted to kill him here, he wouldn’t be able to resist at all.

His heart full of contempt, Lucas stared coldly at Dallas, who was crying miserably and begging him without any concern for his image.

“If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? It’s too late to regret now.”

After speaking indifferently, Lucas kicked Dallas in the throat. Dallas’s cervical vertebrae snapped with a loud crack, and he immediately stopped breathing.

Lucas wasn’t being ruthless, but rather, he knew very well that Dallas didn’t deserve to be spared.

Even though Lucas hadn’t provoked him in any way, Dallas had repeatedly provoked him and targeted him. He had even made his driver try to crash his car into Lucas’s and instructed his bodyguards to beat Lucas into a pulp. Afterward, he would have sent him to Nate and let Nate kill him.

Lucas was no saint, and he wouldn’t spare the life of someone who repeatedly tried to kill him, let alone believe the nonsense about Dallas wanting to turn over a new leaf.

If Lucas really spared him, the first thing Dallas would do after getting out of danger would probably be to gather the experts of his family and the Walkers to kill him.

In that case, Lucas obviously wouldn’t be so stupid as to let him go home and then return to cause him trouble.

After taking one last look at Dallas’s corpse on the ground, Lucas returned to his car and drove toward Orange County without looking back.

The three seriously injured bodyguards lying unconscious on the ground and the corpse whose eyes were staring at the sky were the only ones remaining to describe what had happened here.

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In a villa of the Walker in San Francisco…

Nate’s expression was extremely ugly. Just now, he had tried to call Dallas several times, but no one answered.

After a.s.sociating it with Dallas’s bizarre silence and stammering, as well as Lucas’s clear sentence, Nate had an ominous premonition.

Generally speaking, Dallas, his shameless lackey, would never have the guts to ignore his calls. And logically speaking, his phone shouldn’t have ended up with Lucas unless…

Something had happened to Dallas!

The moment he thought of this possibility, Nate found it really hard to accept.

He understood that Dallas was terrified of death. And since he was dealing with Lucas for him, he had definitely brought several bodyguards with him, which was exactly what Dallas had done.

Now, the issue was, how could Lucas force Dallas to stay silent and even s.n.a.t.c.h away his phone under the protection of so many bodyguards?

The only possibility was that… Lucas managed to subdue all of Dallas’s bodyguards in that short period of time!

Nate thought that it should be impossible because the Watsons were a top-tier family in San Jose after all. The bodyguards they sent to protect Dallas, their direct descendant, had to be very competent. How could Lucas defeat them so easily?

He reckoned that there were some other variables. But he couldn’t get through to Dallas’s phone, so it was impossible to ask him about the situation!

While Nate was feeling extremely irritated, his phone suddenly rang.

He felt a surge of excitement in his heart, thinking that Dallas was finally calling. But he was soon disappointed because the phone number on the caller ID was one he didn’t recognize.

He wanted to decline the call. But for some reason, he suddenly felt that he shouldn’t miss the call. So he subconsciously pressed the answer b.u.t.ton. “h.e.l.lo, who is it?”

“h.e.l.lo, Mr. Walker! Sorry for taking the liberty to call and disturb you. I’m Dallas’s father, Reynold Watson. May I ask if my son… is okay now? Is he with you?” The voice of a middle-aged man came. His voice was obviously trembling, and he seemed extremely nervous.

Nate frowned and snapped in displeasure, “I don’t know where he is now. I can’t get through to him either. Besides, why are you calling me to look for your son? I’m not his father!”

“Mr. Walker… Here’s the thing, I… I just received a phone call from a stranger who… who told me that Dallas failed to complete the task you gave him, so… so you got someone to kill him. Is that true?” Reynold’s voice trembled more and more, and it was even full of suppressed anger and panic.

“What did you say?!” Nate was astonished. He sprung up from the couch and roared angrily, “What did you say? Dallas has always been with me. How could I send someone to kill him? Who the h.e.l.l told you that?”

Hearing that Nate had lost his temper, Reynold hurriedly said, “Mr. Walker, I… I just got fl.u.s.tered and muddled because I haven’t been able to contact my son, and I even received that phone call just now. That’s why I panicked and called you to confirm the truth… I-I never intended to offend or accuse you!

“As for that phone call, it was an anonymous number. When I called back, I was told it was an unregistered number. There’s no way for me to find out who the caller was. If you have any news about my son, please inform me. Thank you very much!”

“Okay, I’ll let you know if I have any news about him.” Nate hung up the phone ruthlessly.

But he was increasingly certain that something was amiss.

Initially, he was concerned about what had happened between Lucas and Dallas. But he didn’t believe that Lucas could defeat Dallas’s bodyguards and s.n.a.t.c.h Dallas’s phone.

But now that Reynold said someone had informed him that Dallas was killed by Nate, the matter seemed even fis.h.i.+er.

Of course, Nate knew very well that he didn’t get anyone to kill Dallas, but he wondered how Dallas was doing now.

Is he safe and sound, or has he really died, just as that stranger said on the phone?

At this moment, Nate’s personal a.s.sistant suddenly rushed in in a hurry. Without even knocking on the door, he reported with panic written all over his face, “Bad news, Mr. Walker! The chauffeur just found… a corpse in the trunk of your car!”

“What?!” Nate didn’t have time to bother with the a.s.sistant rudely barging because he was instantly stunned by the flabbergasting news.

He strode forward and grabbed the a.s.sistant’s collar. “Whose corpse is it?! Tell me!”

“It’s… Dallas Watson’s corpse!”