Chapter 370 Lucas Might Not Be Dead

That caught my attention. I frowned. "Who? You know who's behind this?" Idris inhaled deeply, his gaze drifting out the car window. "i’ve got no proof, but it's not a wild guess anymore. They're just trying to keep me from finding someone, throwing obstacles in my way at every turn." I was lost in his words, staring at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. I could tell he was holding back something big, but I never pried, not even sure how to start. For instance, why was he at Hartfield five years back? He is Mr. Young, the one and only, always flanked by a squad of bodyguards. How does a guy like that end up in a water cell? The time in Macamer also puzzled me. Why did he beat himself up over Lucas's death? Now, he was dropping hints about some 'someone' and 'they'. Who were they, and why were they involved? Questions swirled in my head. However, we all had our secrets, right? I let it be. He caught my silence, looked down with those deep, warm eyes, and said, "I figured y