"...So when do you plan to find a boyfriend?" Francis Johnson asked again, full of curiosity. "Don’t tell you’ll never find a boyfriend."
Lawrence Winters shrugged, "I won’t say never, but I’m really not interested in having a boyfriend."
"Why’s that?" Francis Johnson was even more curious, "Is having a boyfriend not good? They can watch movies with you, go shopping, chat with you when you’re bored, laugh with you when you’re happy, lend you their shoulder when you’re sad. If soone bullies you, they’ll stand up for you. When you get married, they’ll be your lifelong companion. — Is that really not good?"
Lawrence Winters blinked her eyes and listened to Francis Johnson’s words, then suddenly laughed, saying, "Hahaha! Now I have even more reasons not to find a boyfriend!"
"...What?" Francis Johnson was puzzled, "Did I say sothing wrong?"
"You didn’t say anything wrong. But I have Kenneth! He not only watches movies and goes shopping with , he also joins for morning exercise and als."
"When I’m happy, he shares it with . When I’m sad, he not only lends his shoulder, but also goofs around to cheer up."
"If soone bullies , he not only stands up for but also slaps their face!"
"...So you tell , why would I need a boyfriend when I have Kenneth? Compared to Kenneth, a boyfriend is just a good-for-nothing waste!"
Francis Johnson suddenly understood, letting out a long "Oh" and gave Kenneth Osborne a aningful look, saying, "Did you hear that? You’ve taken the path ant for her boyfriend — are you leaving no room for a boyfriend at all?"
"Tsk tsk, you’ve taken on all the duties of a boyfriend but have none of the rights. — Buddy, I never thought a handso guy like you would have such an experience. I won’t feel inferior when looking in the mirror again!" Francis Johnson patted Kenneth Osborne’s shoulder, trying hard to stifle his laughter.
Kenneth Osborne: "..."
So is the reason he still hasn’t won over Lawrence Winters because he’s been too good a friend?!
The Empress, killed the Empress.
The boyfriend, hard the boyfriend.
Really, you reap what you sow... can’t live like this...
Kenneth Osborne was feeling extrely complicated, not knowing what to say.
But noticing that Lawrence Winters was almost finished with her dish, he instinctively picked another pepper-salted prawn for her.
Lawrence Winters bead at Francis Johnson with a small victorious look, "See? Isn’t my Kenneth a hundred tis better than a boyfriend? A hundred tis!"
She spoke with a rhythm like singing.
Francis Johnson finally laughed joyfully and heartlessly.
Kenneth Osborne looked at his disobedient hand, which acted on its own to give Lawrence Winters food, suddenly feeling the urge to chop it off.
This thing is less controllable than artificial intelligence — why do I even need this hand???!
...
anwhile, at one of the best private hospitals in Capital City, Justus Spencer had just completed a full set of examinations.
Although he looked battered and bruised, with many soft tissue injuries, strangely enough, the leg that was in so much pain he couldn’t walk showed no problems at all.
He previously suspected real bone fractures or breaks, but after getting an X-ray, CT scan, and a professional orthopedic doctor checking thoroughly at this hospital, it all proved to be fine.
Yet his leg still hurt, so sore he couldn’t stand.
"Mr. Spencer, after thorough checks, we confirm there is really nothing wrong with your leg," the doctor, wearing a white coat and returning from overseas education, said professionally.
Justus Spencer, sitting in a wheelchair, frowned and hit his leg, saying, "But my leg still hurts a lot and feels sore, I can’t even stand up — is it really fine?"
"We think it might be a psychological issue. Would you consider seeing a psychologist?" The doctor said, packing away the dical records, "If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now."
He led the staff out, leaving Justus Spencer alone in the room.
Outside, two cops were waiting to question him.
But as the victim, the police were being very polite to him.
Justus Spencer massaged his leg, took out his phone, and dialed his wife’s number.
"Eva, could you please call my father and tell him I’ve been chased down and am recovering in the Capital City?" Then, he asked the nurse to take a picture of him sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a hospital gown, and sent it to his wife.
His wife’s na was Eva Harris, whose family was quite prominent and influential in the Capital City.
At this crucial mont, he had no choice but to seek help from his wife’s family.
Eva Harris, receiving the call and seeing his injured state, was deeply concerned, imdiately saying, "I’ll call my father to explain, you go find my parents — no, I’ll have them send soone to fetch you, you shouldn’t go anywhere, just stay in the hospital, do you hear ?"
Justus Spencer felt warm inside; in critical tis, it’s his wife who he can truly rely on...
He nodded, "Okay, I’ll wait for you."
Eva Harris hung up the phone and promptly called Caron Spencer.
Caron Spencer now generally doesn’t answer calls from just anyone, but Eva Harris was among the few he would pick up for.
Not for her sake, but because her family’s backing was too formidable, even Caron Spencer did not want to openly face off with them.
The Harris Family’s influence had waned considerably from a few years back, but a cal dying of starvation is still bigger than a horse — in a head-to-head conflict, they are not ones ordinary business people can move.
Caron Spencer sat on the veranda of a big house, looking at the endless sea view in the distance, leisurely picking up the phone, "Eva, what’s the matter?"
Eva Harris first forwarded the photo of Justus Spencer, then said, "Father, Justus has encountered an incident in Capital City, please see... I’ve already notified my family, I’m going to the Capital City to take care of him."
Caron Spencer looked at the photo of Justus Spencer and widened his eyes in shock.
After Eva Harris hung up, Caron Spencer called over his secretary, said with a cold face, "Has the young miss returned?"
The secretary replied, "She has, do you need to see her?"
Caron Spencer, keeping a stern face, said, "Imdiately inform board mbers, tonight at 8 PM, I’m convening a board eting, ensure the young miss attends as an observer."
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