Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

AUTHOR’S POV.

“Everybody get the fuck out!”

And just like that, the temperature in the boardroom dropped.

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Ace rushed to his side, glanced down at the phone in Lucian’s grip but couldn’t see the screen. He didn’t have to. Whatever it was, it had turned a bad day into something far worse.

Lucian’s chest rose and fell in shallow, slow breaths, each one tighter than the last. His expression had hardened into something unreadable, but his eyes…

His eyes were pure rage.

“Are you all deaf?! Get the hell out of here!”

Lucian’s voice exploded through the boardroom again like a bomb.

No one waited for him to repeat himself for the third time.

Chairs screeched back in a panic, papers were clutched and abandoned, and within seconds, the boardroom turned into a stampede.

Executives scrambled for the door like their asses were on fire, not daring to look back.

Except for Ace.

He remained where he was, arms still folded as he stepped forward cautiously, his voice calm. “Boss… are you okay? What’s going on?”

Lucian didn’t respond. His chest was rising and falling sharply, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might

crack.

He pulled out his phone again and dialed Alina’s number with rigid fingers.

Straight to voicemail.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Then, with a frustrated growl, he hurled the phone to the floor. It hit the marble hard, the crack of the screen echoing through the now–empty room.

Ace winced as the phone bounced once, then lay still, its glass shattered.

“That,” Lucian snapped, jabbing a finger toward the broken device, “is why she didn’t show up today.”

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His voice shook with barely restrained fury. “It’s because of Louis! The same bastard she swore to my face she had nothing with, said it was just work. Just fucking work!”

Ace moved slowly, crouching down to retrieve the cracked phone. Through the shattered screen, images still glowed faintly, photos.

He squinted, then paused.

It was Alina and Louis. Hugging.

One showed Louis gazing at her in a way no man should if it were just work. In another, she was smiling at him, close, almost too close. The images burned with implication.

Ace swallowed hard.

He’d had his doubts about Alina once. He’d watched her break Lucian’s heart over and over with cold silence, with the kind of distance no man as loyal as his boss deserved. But since then, he’d seen her change. She loved Lucian now, really loved him. He was sure of it.

“There’s probably an explanation for this,” Ace offered gently, lifting his gaze from the phone to Lucian. “You know how these things look worse than they are. Maybe-”

“What explanation?!” Lucian roared, turning sharply to face him, eyes bloodshot with rage. “Tell me, Ace, what explanation is there for that?!”

He pointed to the phone again, his voice cracking under the weight of Alina’s supposed betrayal.

Ace kept his tone even, his own concern flickering behind his eyes. “I’m just saying… don’t jump to conclusions. Not yet. Not until you talk to her.”

“How?!” Lucian yelled. “How am I supposed to talk to her when her damn number’s switched off?! She’s probably with him right now, doing God knows what! I swear I am going to fucking kill him!”

His chest heaved as the words left him, and for a second, he looked as if he might break something else.

Ace exhaled and reached for his own phone. “She might be in her office. Let me just call Mia.”

Lucian paced furiously as Ace dialed. After two rings, a cheery voice answered.

“Hello, Mr. Ace-”

“Mia, where’s Alina?” He asked without pause, all business.

There was a beat of silence before she responded. “Oh, she left for home about an hour ago. Said she wasn’t feeling well, she didn’t look too good.”

“She is at home, she isn’t well.” Ace told Lucian while covering the mouthpiece of the phone.

“Yeah right, how convenient.” Lucian scoffed in disbelief.

He snatched the phone from Ace before he could ask another word.

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“Mia,” he said, his voice tight and dangerous, “who was she with?”

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“Um….” Mia hesitated. “She left the building with Mr. Louis Grey, but I…I’m not sure if they actually left together, sir.”

Lucian ended the call without another word, his hand clenching around Ace’s phone so tightly it looked like it might join his in pieces.

But he didn’t smash it. Not this time.

Instead, he exhaled harshly through his nose and muttered, “We’re going home. Call Jordan and Lee. Now.”

Ace nodded and quickly began dialing, his brows furrowing when the line kept ringing.

Again. And again.

“They’re not picking up,” he said, confusion turning to concern. “Both phones just keep ringing.”

Lucian’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing. “Then why the fuck do they have cellphones if they can’t use them?!”

The drive to the Blackwood estate was tense. The second the car rolled to a stop, Lucian was out, slamming the door behind him as he stormed through the front doors.

“Alina!” He called, his voice booming across the marble–floored halls.

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