Lucas Walker spoke urgently; the old Butler and the Assistant dare not waste any time, they both rushed to make calls.
One contacted the staff at Lucas Walker's office in M Country, while the other called to report the crime over there.
"Ivana... hold on... Ivana..."
He held his phone, listening to the chaotic sounds from the receiver, his left hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly.
Due to excessive force, his fingers were pale, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
His heart pounded violently, as though it was going to jump out of his chest.
With each passing second, he found it harder to breathe.
He knew she was over there, facing danger, but he was utterly helpless.
For the first time in his life, Lucas Walker felt the bitter taste of helplessness.
However,
At this moment,
At the other end of the signal, Ivana Bennett had no mood to care about the phone that had fallen and blocked by something on the ground.
