It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 432 I Only Want The Truth (Part One)

"Leo? Do you really think that he can even notice this? If he could, he wouldn't have been fooled by you and your evil cousin for all these years!" Luke retorted sharply with a sneer, his eyes filled with contempt. He had already given Leo all the reports he had investigated the other day. Leo knew what happened to his late wife and who did it to her; still, he did nothing about it. On top of that, he had the nerve to attend the FX International Group's anniversary party with the vicious woman who had schemed to kill his ex-wife and tortured his daughter. It was obvious that he wasn't convinced by what Edward and Luke told him. Luke felt that Leo was so stupid and ignorant that he deserved to be set up, but Luke only felt sorry for his late wife, who was innocent the whole time. Luke wondered how Leo would react when he realized that Edward was telling the truth. To be honest, Luke usually had no interest in other people's personal lives, and he didn't like to gossip. However, he was triggered this time because they had hurt Edward's wife. He and Edward were like brothers; he cared about Edward, and so he consequently cared about everyone Edward loved.

"Who else would hold onto this after all these years? Just tell me who you are and what you want from me!" The feel of insecurity and uncertainty sent chills down Paul's spine. He was trembling all over in terror. This man had kept him captive for days. However, Paul didn't even know who the man was and what he was going to do to him.

"What I want is quite simple. I only want the truth from you. As for who we are, you'll replace out when the time is right. Don't worry, we'll make sure that you'll never forget. Now, just shut up and behave. You've escaped the rule of law once, but you won't get away with it again this time."

Since Edward was injured and unconscious in hospital, Luke had to postpone a lot of things that needed his instructions and permission to carry on. Edward didn't tell Luke how to deal with Paul after he confessed, therefore Luke wouldn't dare to do anything to him yet. Luckily for Paul, he could still enjoy his last few days away from jail before Edward woke up. They had recorded his confession, which was enough for them to send Paul behind bars. The only problem left was how to make Yakira confess her evil deeds. "Man, please. I know I've done something really wrong, and I shouldn't have done that. But I've told you everything I know. So please! Please just let me go. I'll go. I'll leave at once! Go abroad and never come back. You'll never have to see me again. I promise. Please just let me go."

Paul might be evil, but he was not stupid. He knew it clearly that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have. They took all the trouble to take him here and make him talk; now that they had what they wanted, nothing good would come of it. Luke wouldn't tell Paul who he was, so Paul got more frightened. The desperation and fear were gnawing at him and driving him crazy.

"Cut the crap. You should have seen it coming when you committed the crime. You want us to let you go? Did it ever occur to you to let go of Grace back then? She was innocent! What had she done to you? Nothing! Yet you killed her for your own interests. You should have known well that karma is a bitch and sooner or later you'd have to pay for what you've done."

Luke was a taciturn man. It was unusual that he would say so many words at a time. However, faced with Paul, Luke was shocked by how evil he had been. Paul's maliciousness had bruised the soft spot on his heart. Luke couldn't help but speak up for Grace, even though he didn't even know her.

"You're committing a crime as well! It's illegal for you to keep me captive against my will!" Paul yelled hysterically, expecting that someone would hear him and come to his rescue. He didn't want to stay at this damp and dark basement anymore.

"Wow. So you know about the law. Do you know what kind of sentence you'll receive for what you did? Execution? Life imprisonment? A slow and painful death with all kinds of torture before you die? Or perhaps I should just throw you into the pond to feed the crocodiles. Which one would you prefer, huh?" Luke asked casually with a sneer as he suddenly gripped Paul's jaw.

"No, no, please. Since I'm a criminal, you should just hand me over to the police." Police interrogations sounded far more better than crocodiles, at least Paul could manage to fight for the chance to live. After all, it had been more than two decades, and it was hard for the police to replace any new evidence against him now. Paul thought that there was a good chance that the police wouldn't replace anything to charge him and would have to let him go.

"The police? Do you really think that we're that stupid and we'll let you off without paying? Just stay here. You have to pay the price." Luke snorted and threw him to the floor. He wouldn't take Paul to the police until Daisy decided what to do to him. Daisy was the direct victim of what Paul had done. She lost her dear mother and was tortured by her stepmother, Paul's evil cousin, and she should have a say in his punishment.

"You guys, keep an eye on him. Don't let him starve or lose weight. I don't think our crocodiles would like to eat skinny ribs." Luke glanced around the room and told his people, his voice as cold and ruthless as his look.

"Yes, boss!" The people in the room replied loudly in unison. Although they were all Edward's bodyguards, they were directly led by Luke. Compared to Edward, they were more scared of Luke, who was colder. They knew the other batch of bodyguards didn't make it on time to protect Edward last night, and Luke must be furious about that. Although they were assigned to watch Paul here and didn't have to go to the scene, they wouldn't dare upset Luke at this point. Who knew when Luke would punish those bodyguards from last night and whether they would be caught in the crossfire. Therefore, they'd better stay alert for the time being.

Luke turned around and gazed at Paul again with a frown. He then left the basement without any hesitation. On his way out, Luke could hear Paul begging and crying with his trembling voice behind him. Paul kept repeating sentences like 'please let me go' and 'please forgive me'. 'Let go of you?' Luke sneered and thought, 'you wish!' Why would Edward go through all the trouble to force Paul back from abroad and hold him captive to interrogate him if Edward intended to let him off in the first place?

A luxurious Lamborghini soon sped away from the place where they kept both Paul and the crocodiles. The Lamborghini wasn't Luke's own car. He asked a bodyguard to bring a car from the Mu's house for him for temporary use, because he had left his own car in the suburbs last night. Edward was injured, so Luke went to the hospital with him and Daisy in the Armored Fighting Vehicle. Luke wondered whether Kevin had brought his car back. He also wondered whether the necklace Daisy had bought last night was still in the car. It wasn't just some ordinary piece of jewelry. It was said that it once belonged to a noble lady of the Qing dynasty. Although Luke couldn't tell why, he could sense that the necklace was somehow very important to Daisy, otherwise she wouldn't gaze at it as if it was a long lost family heirloom, and Edward wouldn't have spent a fortune to buy it for her.

Time slowly went by, and it was already noon when Daisy woke up. She had slept soundly, perhaps it was because she was too tired, both physically and mentally. When she opened her eyes, she was still in a daze for a second or two. She blanked out for a short while, not knowing where she was or why she was there. She took a deep breath and blinked for a few times, her long eyelashes slightly quivering. As she saw Edward lying on the bed next to her, Daisy's heart stopped for a second and she suddenly remembered everything. Memories immediately flooded into her mind. The fight, the gunshot, the blood oozing from his chest.

What happened last night kept playing on a loop inside her mind. Daisy shook her head and made sure that she wasn't in a dream. Frightened, she reached for Edward's palm. She eagerly wrapped her hands around his palm and even put his palm over her pale face. When she felt the warm and soft touch of his skin, Daisy finally felt relieved. As long as Edward was still alive, everything else wouldn't matter.00