Chapter 412 Poppy

"What?" Lucas's face twisted into a sly grin as he drilled Inch with his gaze. "Have you got a soft spot for her or something?" His words were dripping with scorn and a clear warning, as if daring Inch to disagree. Inch looked like he had seen a ghost, and he clammed up, not daring to utter another word. Lucas then turned his scorn on me, pushing me back with a sneer. "Yvette, take a good look." He leaned in, his voice low and taunting. "If you're thinking of begging for mercy, I might just make your life a little less miserable." He shot Inch a loaded glance and added, "That old man has had it too good for too long. Time for him to test out the new playthings." Respect was apparent on the surface as Inch nodded, yet a shadow of cruelty lingered in his eyes. I watched Lucas walk away, biting my lip, my forehead creased with worry. I did not catch all of his words, but I knew none of them were good. "Ms. Scott, this way, please," Inch said, his voice neutral as he gestured for me