Love's Change of Heart

As confidence began to build in his heart, the man shook off the sweat on his hand and flipped his next

card.

This time, it was a K.

He immediately froze, and his heart began to race as his blood turned to ice in his veins. Before

Lachlan could even open his second card, the man had already revealed his third one.

It was another K.

That meant he was in possession of empty cards.

His highest score right now was the first ten that he had flipped over earlier.

The man held his breath and looked at Lachlan, still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

Lachlan's three cards might not even add up to ten.

Lachlan slowly opened his second card under the man's intense yet desperate gaze.

It was a two.

The man's heart rate slowed almost instantly, and a wanton smile appeared on his face.

Alas, his smile immediately became stiff in the very next second as Lachlan turned over his third card.

It was an eight. In conclusion, Lachlan scored a total of 11.

He had won this bout by a single point.

"No! There's no way! You cheated!"

Lachlan threw the cards on the table and flatly said, "Keep your end of the bet."

Just as the man was about to refute, he was unceremoniously shot in the knee.

His men took this as an opportunity to open fire.

Unfortunately, Lachlan's men were one step ahead.

Lachlan's men specifically aimed each shot they took at the wrists.

Guns began to fall, one after the other, accompanied by painful wailing.

"I wanted to give all of you a chance to gamble with me, but it seems like that's unnecessary," Lachlan

said leisurely.

Amid the groans, one person spoke up in broken English, "You… Are you Lachlan Woodley?"

"The game is over. There's no reward in guessing my identity right."

"We… We did not have any problems with you. Why do you—"

Lachlan sneered contemptuously as he interrupted, "No problems? You robbed my cargo ship. Now,

I'm just here to take back what's mine with due interest. What is so wrong about that?"

"We didn't know that it was your ship. It was our boss' order. We—"

"Who is your boss?" Lachlan got up and asked coldly.

"I… I don't know. You know the nature of our business. We carry out our orders without any questions

as long as we're paid."

Another man, who was lying on the ground, grunted, "We're just here for the money. It's… We didn't do

it on pur—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, he had already fainted from the pain.

At this time, a few subordinates of Lachlan rushed toward him with solemn faces. "Mr. Woodley,

something has gone down in Jamesdon."

…

Two days later, just as Leanna was about to submit her latest design to Zoe, a notification popped up

on her phone.

The instant she saw the name 'Jamesdon' in the title, she clicked on it without hesitation.

Leanna shot to her feet as she read through the article's content.

Several elders of the Woodley Family were found dead at home two days ago. It was a tragic death,

and the scene was practically doused in blood.

These elders rarely left their homes. The only place they would go would be the Woodleys' ancestral

hall. The only person that held any grudges against them was Lachlan, who wanted to abolish the rules

of the Woodley Family.

It just so happened that Lachlan was out of town on the day they died, and no one knew of his

whereabouts.

According to the Woodley Family, they were not allowed to leave Jamesdon. Yet, he did the exact

opposite.

As a result, he was the top suspect.

After the death of the few elders, the family gathered at the Woodley Family Estate and refused to bury

the dead. Because of that, the corpses were left in the mourning hall. They insisted on hearing an

explanation from Lachlan and refused to leave until they got what they wanted.

Even Philip's presence couldn't appease their anger.

Several of the elders were renowned and prestigious throughout Jamesdon. So, the fact that they were

killed on the very same day naturally sparked several discussions.

Yet, Lachlan never showed up, nor did he say anything in his defense.

Gradually, everyone came to assume that the elders were truly eliminated on his orders.

Leanna stared at the news and unconsciously tightened her grip on her phone. Then, she suddenly

recalled that half a month ago, Aidan told her that the group who attacked William had robbed the

Woodleys' cargo ship.

Therefore, Lachlan probably left Jamesdon in order to deal with this matter discretely.

Alas, the elders were murdered when he left. It didn't help that no one could justify his absence in

Jamesdon, and people began to point their fingers at him.

First, William was attacked. Then, once they arrived in Lachstein, Aidan found some clues and

contacted Lachlan. With that, Lachlan immediately left Jamesdon to deal with these thugs. Then, things

began to unfold in Jamesdon, one after the other.

All of these…

There was no way that it was all a big coincidence.

Leanna suddenly felt her scalp go numb at the thought. Were the people that attacked Jamesdon the

same ones that colluded with Sienna and drugged her son?

What were they trying to do? Who was their target?

When she arrived at that thought, she hastily unlocked her phone and dialed Waylen's number.

It was turned off.

Leanna's face turned pale in an instant, and her knees began to buckle under her.

She tried to calm herself and called Naomi instead.

Yet, she was also met with the dial tone.

Leanna closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, accidentally biting her cheeks in her panic. Soon, the iron

tang of blood burst on her tongue.

So, it was with frayed nerves that she frantically swiped through her contacts and called Louis.

Fortunately, the call connected this time.

Before Louis could speak, Leanna was already rambling, "Look for Keaton immediately before picking

up Zoe and Charlotte. Then, stay together and don't go anywhere until I call you again."