Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 438 I Saved You Again

Lucas stared at me. He squinted his eyes, then suddenly laughed and said disdainfully, "It seems like if I don't leave with you today, you guys won't give up." Gregory remained silent.

Seeing this, Lucas walked toward us. Inch held him back, frowning. "Sir."

Lucas did not seem to care and reassured Inch, saying, "Don't worry."

Then he walked over to us and stood in front of Idris. These two men were almost the same height and had very similar body builds, but their auras were entirely different. Idris was elegant and aloof, while Lucas exuded a cold and seductive charm.

"Mr. Young, it's been a long time," Lucas said, but his gaze was fixed on me.

Idris raised his eyes slightly, his tall frame subtly blocking his view of me. His voice was low and restrained as he replied, "It's been a while indeed, Lucas."

He did not call him Charlie. He addressed him as Lucas.

Lucas squinted his eyes but did not say anything. Instead, he looked at me and reached out his hand.

I furrowed my brows, but I hesitated because of the warning gaze he had given me earlier. What was he up to?

He held my hand, and Idris, who was standing beside me, quickly pulled me away. Lucas probably had not expected such a strong reaction from Idris. His face darkened for a moment, but he seemed ready to reach for me again.

However, before he could do so, a gunshot rang out. In an instant, we all turned our heads to locate the source of the noise. I had not even realized what was happening when I was abruptly pulled into someone's arms, crashing into a broad chest.

"Hissss!" The man took in a sharp breath, and I was startled. I soon realized that the person shielding me was Lucas, and it took me a few seconds to fully comprehend the situation.

Before I could think any further, a sharp and haughty female voice spoke up, "Charlie, even now, you're still protecting this wretched woman."

It was Yara, and she was holding a gun, her arrogance as palpable as ever. Standing beside her was an older man, somewhat overweight, with a fierce and ruthless appearance. He squinted at us. Upon seeing that Lucas had been injured while protecting me, he stopped Yara, who was about to fire another shot.

Yara pursed her lips, discontent written all over her face as she glanced sideways at him. Her voice was laced with arrogance as she scowled. "Dad, why are you stopping me? Let me kill this wretched woman."

Dad?

This guy was Kenneth?

Kenneth gave her a reassuring look, then turned to us, casting a glance at the injured Lucas. He looked at Idris's group and said, "It's been many years since so many outsiders entered my mountains. What a lively day."

Idris and Gregory, probably having guessed his identity, grew even more serious in their expressions.

Not paying attention to them, I instinctively supported Lucas and examined his wound. Seeing that he was shot only in the arm, I could not help but exhale with relief. Still, unable to contain myself, I looked at him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Apart from the initial grimace of pain, Lucas had not revealed any other reactions. His face was somewhat restrained. However, when he heard me ask, his expression inexplicably improved. He looked at me and said, "Yvette, it seems I saved you again."

I pursed my lips, not denying the truth. From his reappearance in Lake City, whether intentional or not, he had indeed saved me many times. That was a fact I could not deny. However, hating him was also a fact.

Without responding to his words, I took down the hairbandl had in my hair from the morning and improvised a temporary bandage for him. I did not know how to treat gunshot wounds, but all I could do for now was to stop the bleeding.

Seeing me doing this, he smiled faintly without saying anything.

I sensed a gaze from the side. Knowing it was Idris', I merely braced myself and did not look in his direction.

I originally thought that the only one causing us trouble would be Lucas. I did not expect Kenneth to show up as well. The situation had become increasingly unfavorable for us.

After wrapping Lucas's injured arm, I suddenly pulled the gun from Lucas' waist and quickly disengaged the safety, pointing it at the back of Lucas' chest.

"What are you doing?!" It was Yara's voice.

The events from just a moment ago had unfolded so quickly that no one expected me to suddenly pull the gun from Lucas' waist and point it at him. Therefore, upon seeing this scene, everyone, especially Lucas's people, immediately panicked.

Ignoring Yara's panic, I looked at Kenneth and said, "Let us go, or I'll kill him."