Tycoon Actor C487

The case surrounding the assassination attempt on Lucas Knight was finally nearing its conclusion.

The three shooters were facing imminent sentencing, and the mastermind behind it all had been identified—though the name hadn’t yet been made public.

At Lucas’s personal request, the identities of the shooters remained confidential, to shield their families from backlash.

Still, the NYPD had recently informed the families of the truth. Many were stunned. They couldn’t believe it—couldn’t imagine that their loved ones had been part of such a violent plot.

To fulfill his promise, Lucas arranged full-time protection for each of the families. And it turned out to be a wise move—strange individuals had been seen lurking near their homes.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Jennifer were having dinner with the man who made it all possible: Darren, the elusive hacker.

“This really feels like a dream,” Darren said, cutting into his steak. “Sitting here with the actor I’ve admired for years… it’s surreal.”

Jennifer smiled warmly. “You’ve earned it. You helped crack the case wide open. Without you, we wouldn’t have caught the shooters—and definitely not the mastermind.”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, hacking looks like a superpower. Maybe you could teach me sometime?”

Darren lit up. “Are you kidding? It would be an honor!”

Then, more cautiously, he leaned forward. “So... about the mastermind. What does he look like?”

Lucas and Jennifer exchanged a look. Jennifer shrugged, then said, “Some bitter old man. Nothing impressive.”

Something shifted in Darren’s eyes. He froze for a second, then gave a knowing smirk. “Ah. So it was that guy.”

Lucas tilted his head. “Wait—you know who we're talking about?”

“I’ve followed your public life for years, Lucas,” Darren said, then coughed awkwardly. “I mean, I know most of the people you've had… issues with.”

Lucas chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Then he changed the subject. “By the way, there’s a Netflix documentary being made about all this—my life, the case, everything. The director wants to interview you. Would you be open to it?”

Darren’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Of course! I’d never pass up something like that!”

Jennifer laughed softly at his enthusiasm.

Lucas chuckled, swirling his wine. He joked, “If a Netflix interview already has you this excited… what if I asked you for something even bigger? You might just faint.”

Darren straightened up, eyes wide with curiosity. He quickly composed himself.

“Try me. Ask anything—if it’s within my power, I won’t even blink.”

Jennifer giggled, watching Darren’s confidence.

Lucas leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting from playful to sincere. “I want to hire you. To be part of my team—specifically, my cyber security guy.”

Darren froze. His fork hovered mid-air, mouth parted. “W-Wait… are you saying… you’re hiring me?”

Lucas nodded with a grin. “Yeah. Officially.”

Darren looked stunned. “Why me, though? Why would someone like you need someone like me?”

Lucas casually took a sip of wine before answering. “Because you’re good. You’re smart. And more importantly, I’ve realized how vulnerable everything is. If someone had hacked my files or leaked anything, this whole thing could’ve been ten times worse.”

He continued, voice steady. “You’re a white hat hacker, right? You can navigate the deep web, track encrypted forums, sniff out threats before they happen. That’s exactly what I need. Especially now.”

Darren slowly nodded. “Yeah… I remember the shooters. They were hired off the dark web. It’s not that hard to trace those places—if you know where to look.”

Jennifer chimed in, serious now. “If you can monitor those forums, maybe you can spot new threats before they reach us.”

Darren rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Then, after a few seconds, Lucas asked, his voice more personal:

“Will you join my team?”

Lucas prepared for a polite refusal—but instead, Darren’s face softened. He nodded.

“Yes. I’d be honored.”

Lucas grinned and raised his glass.
“Glad to have you on board. Cheers.”

“To new allies.”

Darren clinked glasses with him. They both took a sip, though Darren’s hand trembled slightly.

‘He doesn’t know it… but I owe him far more than he thinks,’ Darren thought, watching Lucas with quiet gratitude.

‘He saved my sister’s life. That surgery she got? It was paid for by his charity… back when nobody even knew his name.’

He smiled softly. ‘Now it’s my turn to have his back.’

---

The Netflix documentary production was running smoothly. Joel and his crew had secured an interview with the three shooters, recorded inside the New York holding facility. As Lucas requested, the scene was filmed in a dark room where their faces and bodies were obscured in shadow.

During the interview, the shooters revealed why they accepted the contract. Their stories shocked the crew—real lives twisted by desperation.

Following that, Joel was granted access to interview the man known only as “The Fixer,” recently apprehended by the police. And through him… the identity of the mastermind emerged.

But per NYPD protocol—and at Lucas’s personal request—those final, damning details would only be revealed in the concluding episode, once the information went public.

Even among Joel’s crew, only the director and a few trusted editors were informed about the mastermind’s identity. Joel had been stunned.

“It’s hard to believe,” he muttered during a private conversation with Lucas. “That old guy? I thought he was already locked up. How could he still be pulling strings from inside?”

Lucas replied with a calm shrug. “Money.”

That one word was enough.

Joel sighed. “Did you inform the detectives about what Harvey Sr. said? About another man being involved?”

“I did,” Lucas nodded. “They’re already following up. It’s not over yet.”

Joel leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. “This whole thing… it keeps getting deeper. Obviously, Harvey wasn’t acting alone. And yet, you’re just—what, calm about it?”

“There’s no point in panicking,” Lucas said simply. “If I start breaking down, what good would that do? I’ve got people protecting me. This storm will pass.”

His voice grew firmer, his eyes colder. “And those who came after me… they’ll pay. One by one.”

Joel stared at him for a moment. He felt an odd chill. This wasn’t just Lucas Knight the actor. This was someone who had survived, who was still surviving. Someone strong enough to walk through the fire and not come out bitter—just sharper.

‘Only someone like him could endure all this and still stand tall,’ Joel thought, quietly awed.

---

Meanwhile, the public was growing restless. Everyone—from everyday people to media giants—wanted one thing: the name of the mastermind.

Social media exploded with speculation.

“Just say it already! Who’s behind the Lucas Knight hit?”

“We deserve answers. The guy almost died!”

“TMZ, where you at? Leak that name like it’s hot tea.”

“NYPD playing the quiet game again. Classic.”

“At this point, I’d pay to know who it is.”

Even gossip pages began baiting clicks with vague headlines like “What Hollywood figure may be tied to the Lucas Knight shooting? Here’s what insiders aren’t saying...”

In the Cavendish estate, William Cavendish sat in his study, deep in thought. Though age had softened his features, his will was still steel. As a former senator, and with children holding key positions in politics, he wielded influence that still held weight in certain corners of the country.

He had already mobilized his men. Whoever was targeting his grandson would face consequences.

“No one harms my blood and walks free,” William muttered to himself.

Just then, his longtime aide stepped into the room and handed him an envelope.

“What’s this?” William asked, squinting as his fingers brushed the thick paper.

“It’s from your grandson, sir,” the aide replied. “An invitation.”

William reached for his reading glasses, placed them on his nose, and examined the envelope. Embossed in elegant silver print were the words:

“The Wedding of Lucas Knight & Jennifer Lawrence”

He opened it carefully. Inside was the formal invitation, along with the date. June.

A smile broke across William’s face. “Well, well... Seems tragedy didn’t stop him after all.”

He let out a warm chuckle. “My stubborn grandson... He’s really going through with it.”

He leaned back in his chair, the tension easing from his shoulders. For a moment, the world’s chaos faded, replaced by the simple joy of an upcoming wedding.

“June,” he murmured. “Good choice. Always was a lucky month.”

---

On the other hand, Lucas took action. He asked his PR team to redirect public attention away from the ongoing case—the mastermind, the three shooters—by announcing something more celebratory: his upcoming wedding in June.

The team moved quickly. By the end of April, media outlets were already picking up the news and running with it.

“Lucas Knight and Jennifer Lawrence Officially Announce June Wedding!”

“Lucas and Jennifer Push Forward with Summer Ceremony”

“No Delays, No Fear: Hollywood’s Power Couple Confirms Wedding Date”

“Lucas Knight Isn’t Waiting: Wedding Plans Move Forward Despite Recent Events”

The public reaction was a wave of surprise, admiration, and in some corners—concern.

“I thought they’d delay it for at least a year after everything…”

“This is wild. Lucas almost got killed—and now they’re tying the knot like it’s nothing?”

“Respect. Jennifer’s standing by her man, even after all the danger.”

“They really said: ‘if we die, we die married.’ ICONIC.”

“LucIfer nation, assemble! Wedding merch when???”

For a while, the buzz shifted from the court case to the wedding of the year.

---

Meanwhile, Lucas and Jennifer were considering a new property—this time in Bel Air. They were planning to split the cost, despite Lucas insisting on covering it himself.

Though their current Beverly Park estate was secure, luxurious, and gated, the couple began yearning for something more serene—something that felt like a true home for newlyweds seeking peace after the storm.

Inside one of the upscale lounges in Beverly Hills, the two sat down with Lucas's longtime manager, Neil.

“You’re buying another house?” Neil blinked, genuinely surprised.

Lucas nodded. “We’re thinking Bel Air.”

Jennifer added, “Beverly Park is great, but it’s more of a fortress. We want something quieter, more secluded. Bel Air’s estates are more spread out… less foot traffic, fewer tourists pretending to be joggers.”

“And no helicopters buzzing above just to catch a blurry shot through the window,” Lucas muttered, half-joking.

Neil chuckled. “Fair. Though I’ll admit, Beverly Park is still top-tier when it comes to security. The guys who flew drones and choppers near your place? Half of them are facing lawsuits.”

Lucas smirked. “Yeah, and one of them begged to settle with a signed headshot. Said his mom was a fan.”

Jennifer laughed.

Neil shook his head and leaned back. “Well, if it’s privacy you want, Bel Air’s a solid choice. Expensive, but solid. And honestly…” He looked between them. “You two deserve it. After everything? You didn’t break. You held each other up.”

“Nobody’s stopping us now,” Lucas said with a smile.

“Right,” Neil nodded, then grinned slyly. “So... can I borrow your Beverly Park place while you’re on honeymoon?”

Lucas chuckled. “Sure. Just don’t change the Wi-Fi name and password.”

“Thanks. And no promises.”

There was a beat of silence before Lucas casually added, “Oh—by the way. Thought I should mention it… not sure how you'll react.”

Neil squinted. “Uh-oh. What is it?”

“I’m planning to buy Twitter.”

Neil stared at him. “...I’m sorry, what?”

Lucas leaned back and smiled. “You heard me.”

Jennifer sipped her coffee with a smirk. “I told him to sleep on it, but you know how he is.”

Neil looked like he aged five years in a second.