Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: A favor to ask you Chapter 241: A favor to ask you Lucius put on the seatbelt and tapped on his ear.

“Burn that house,” he said on the earphone.

Demitri tilted his head to look at Lucius with a shocking gaze.

“Do you mean the mansion behind?” He asked.

Lucius didn’t answer him, showing how upset he was from Demitri.

“Lucius, I–” Before he could speak properly, they heard a explosion and people screaming in the background.

Demitri turned his head around to check and saw the fire surrounding the entire mansion.

He was speechless now seeing the way Lucius reacted to the entire situation.

However, Demitri realized if he would utter even a single word, he might have to face Lucius’s anger, so he remained tight-lipped.

Finally, the drive ended in Lucius’s mansion, where a doctor was already called.

He slumped to the couch and gestured to the doctor to begin his work.

Demitri allowed the doctor to examine the deep bruise on his cheek while Lucius took out his phone and dialed Zayne’s number.

“Boss, I have captured Fabio,” Zayne stated.

“Good.

Lock him in the dungeon and his minions too.

Tell Roger to immediately arrive in the dungeon,” Lucius instructed him and ended the call.

“There’s no visible sign of hard injury,” the doctor told Lucius.

“Thank you, Doctor.

The payment is already sent to your account,” Lucius said.

The doctor thanked him and left.

Lucius slid his hands into his pocket as he stood up and walked to Demitri.

The next second, he pulled up his friend using his jacket.

“What were you pulling behind my back?

I told you not to hide things from me.

I gave you a chance despite the betrayal I faced from you.

I hoped you would come to me and tell me the truth,” he scowled at Demitri while shouting at him.

“Why did you come, Lucius?

You shouldn’t have risked your life.” “Are you insane?” Lucius muttered, his grip tightening momentarily.

His voice softened, but only slightly.

“You wanted me to let you die out there?

Do you think that’s something I’d allow?” Demitri lowered his eyes.

“I betrayed you and that’s the price I should pay,” he stated, feeling guilty.

He averted his eyes from Lucius and said, “I’ll pay you back those billions, which you gave to Fabio.” “Shut the fuck up and look at me,” Lucius demanded, raising his voice at him.

Demitri shook his head.

“There’s nothing left to speak, Lucius.

Don’t expect~” His voice choked as Lucius grabbed his throat this time.

“I want you to tell me the truth.

Matteo is dead.

Whatever promises you made with him were ended long ago.

If you want to die later, then you can but until I’m holding on you, you have to answer my questions,” Lucius pronounced and he gritted his teeth before shoving away Demitri, who fell to the couch.

Lucius looked at him with a disappointed gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me that it was Fabio, who hired a shooter from Spain to harm Layla?

Why did you hide the truth from me?

And what are you hiding from me?” He demanded the answers of a few questions at the same time.

“Don’t even try to deceive me, Demitri.

Fabio already revealed to me that Matteo used his father to reach Tsar.

Who the fuck is Tsar?” Lucius queried with exasperation, looking down at him.

“What did you help Matteo with?

Are you going to stay a coward all your life to protect a truth which should have been revealed to me a long time ago?” Demitri looked up at him, wondering if Lucius knew something more about this case.

“I-I…” Demitri began with stuttering, “helped Matteo in searching a mafia, who had his connection in Russia.

When I asked him why he wanted to know anyone from there, his answer was it’s for you.” **Flashback started** Five years ago: Demitri yawned as he finally stirred awake, the sun already high in the sky.

He had stayed up late the previous night, working tirelessly on a project, and the exhaustion still clung to him like a heavy blanket.

Even after a bracing cold shower, the drowsiness lingered, making his movements sluggish.

In an attempt to shake it off, he headed to the kitchen and prepared himself a strong cup of coffee.

Just as he took his first sip, the doorbell rang, breaking the quiet.

“Did I order food and forget?” he mumbled to himself, setting the mug down and trudging toward the door.

When he opened it, his eyes widened in shock and delight.

Standing there was Matteo, his old friend.

“Matteo!” Demitri exclaimed, a bright smile lighting up his face as he immediately pulled Matteo into a warm hug.

Matteo chuckled, wrapping one arm around Demitri and patting his back.

“It’s good to see you too, my friend.” As they pulled apart, Demitri’s excitement bubbled over.

“I can’t believe this!

It’s been a year since I last saw you.

How have you been?

Wait, don’t just stand there-come in!” He grabbed Matteo’s arm and ushered him inside, guiding him to the living room.

“Sit down!

Tell me everything.

Do you want some coffee?

Or something to eat?

It’s been forever!” Demitri’s words tumbled out in a rush, his joy at the unexpected reunion impossible to hide.

“No, I won’t take anything,” Matteo stated.

“What happened to you hand?” Demitri asked as he saw the white bandage wrapped around it.

“Nothing much,” Matteo replied.

“And how’s Lucius?

I can’t believe he doesn’t talk to me even in the texts.

Is he that busy in the work?” Demitri complained.

“You know how Lucius is,” Matteo remarked.

“He’s been doing great.

Just busy with his family business.

You know how things took turn for him after he lost Antoine,” he murmured.

“Hmm.

You are right.

It’s good that Lucius doing good,” Demitri said.

“So, why did you visit me after such a long time?” “I have a favor to ask you, Demitri.

But promise me you’ll never tell about this to anyone, not even Lucius,” Matteo said, his tone turning serious.