"The Kingstons? Hmph!" A cold glint of sharpness appeared in Lucas's eyes. He composedly headed to the bathroom to wash off the bloodstains on his hands.
He then took out his cell phone and made a call. "There's a corpse in my bedroom. Send someone to pick it up and dump it at the entrance of the Kingston residence. Clean up the room too."
"Yes, Lucas!" the other person immediately acknowledged without hesitating or asking about anything, as if it was just a simple order.
Lucas hung up and took a look at the time. It had only been three minutes since he entered the villa.
After thinking about it, he changed into a fresh set of clothes before walking out of the villa. He opened the car door and got inside.
Cheyenne and Amelia were both unaware of the murder that had just occurred in their home and were still excitedly discussing the restaurant where they were going to have dinner.