Landon Lawson’s gaze swept over the gathered people, a slight mockery at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the fattest person among them and said, "What a coincidence, I didn’t expect us to et again so soon."
Hearing the familiar voice, Nate’s dad sneakily lifted his head, covertly looking at that familiar face.
"You... it’s actually you?"
"What? Are you surprised to see ?" Landon Lawson’s face carried a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and anyone could feel a chill run through them at his icy deanor.
"You’re Landon Lawson? How could you be Landon Lawson?" The man’s eyes were filled with intense confusion, unwilling to believe this was true. The person who mocked him yesterday had beco soone he couldn’t offend today.
The words from yesterday vividly appeared before his eyes, as well as his repeated provocations of Sienna Quinn and Evan Quinn. Now that the tables have turned, he had no idea how he would be treated.
The man, who was filled with smiles a second ago, now wore a painful expression, and the original cooperation, due to Landon Lawson’s appearance, suddenly beca precarious.
Landon Lawson had never been soone easy to ss with. It was the sa five years ago, and it remains the sa five years later.
To take over the Lawson Group at such a young age, how could it have achieved such quick results without so tough and decisive ans?
He was also famously petty. Since there were several insults against her, how could Landon Lawson just let it go?
With mockery beneath that handso and cold appearance, the greasy man was sweating profusely. Even his friend sitting beside him was looking at him with a face full of confusion.
"What’s wrong with you? Perform well, or do you still want to cooperate with the Lawson Group?"
His friend couldn’t help but advise beside him, while he completely blanched, trembling uncontrollably, with beads of cold sweat occasionally trickling down his forehead.
The purchasing departnt minister furtively glanced at Landon Lawson, then at Nate’s dad, his eyes slightly turned. Having worked in the career field for so many years and achieving the position of minister, this discernnt was still apparent.
While happily signing cooperations with others, he shook his head at the man, "Our Lawson Group requires stable partners. After reviewing your basic situation, unfortunately, you don’t et our criteria."
"Are you saying I don’t et them?" The man suddenly stood up. Today, they had brought several people. Everyone else was qualified, yet he was the one stuck here, not eting the standard.
Glancing at Landon Lawson beside him, he saw the latter open and close his indifferent eyes, and slowly said, "Your character doesn’t et the criteria."
The cold gaze that stared right at him made him shut his mouth imdiately in fear.
And Landon Lawson continued, "I am never generous, and I always rember grudges. The words you said yesterday, I haven’t forgotten them yet."
"President Lawson... Earlier, I failed to recognize greatness..." he said while wiping the sweat off his forehead, and at this point, everyone knew that there was definitely so feud between him and Landon Lawson, no wonder he had been acting abnormally ever since Landon Lawson appeared.
Landon Lawson stood up straight, gazing at him with mockery, "Let’s audit first." With those words, he turned and left, having achieved his purpose for appearing today.
As soon as Landon Lawson left, the room erupted in chaos.
Everyone surrounded him, all asking what exactly had happened.
The man’s face didn’t look good, his expression was stiff, not expecting his random comnts from yesterday to backfire on him so quickly.
How could he explain this? Was he supposed to say he insulted President Lawson’s wife? At this thought, his eyes slightly narrowed, recalling that he had ntioned the woman held a high position in the Yates Group, which now seed far from false.
Easily offending both Lawson and Yates Group, though he was a nouveau riche, he couldn’t compare to these old-established corporations.
Not only was the cooperation with Lawson Group off, but even with Yates Group, there was no possibility in the future.
Smack! He gave himself a hard slap, suddenly hating his wife for getting involved with such figures.
Sienna Quinn appeared a bit restless these days. Whenever she thought about the paternity test in Landon Lawson’s hands, she couldn’t sleep well.
She feared the day he would suddenly show up and try to take their child away.
Sean Carter watched Sienna Quinn’s absent-minded look, a bit concerned.
"You don’t need to worry so much about HR Group’s matters; let’s take it one step at a ti."
Sean Carter thought Sienna Quinn was troubled by the cooperation, but nothing mattered more than Evan Quinn’s issue.
"I’m thinking maybe I should send Chloe back to France for now. I can’t take care of him temporarily here." Sienna had not yet avenged her grudge, and those who wronged her back then had not faced due retribution.
Back then, she t a miserable end, the Quinn Group’s inaction, Vera Yates’s venomous heart, Miles Grant as the executioner, and Landon Lawson never saw her as a wife.
Although she was reborn, can such events just be ignored?
People’s hearts haven’t changed, only Sienna’s choices differ from before, allowing her to survive until now.
This includes Evan Quinn. If not for her, Evan would have been hard by Landon Lawson long ago.
How can he try to take the child she saved on his terms now?
"You can’t be thinking of asking President Orwell to watch over the child..." Sean Carter had a black streak across his forehead. Although Felix Orwell adored Evan, making him take care of a child was a joke.
ntioning Felix Orwell, Sienna also changed her expression, rubbing her forehead. If Felix were to take care of Evan, would he raise him to frequent nightclubs from a young age?
She certainly didn’t want Evan growing up surrounded by won.
Shaking her head repeatedly, the thought was simply too terrifying.
Seeing Sienna dismissing this idea, Sean Carter finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Felix Orwell was his boss, taking care of children was decidedly not his thing. How could a playboy billionaire second-generation manage such tasks?
Far away in France, Felix Orwell suddenly sneezed heavily, rubbing his nose vigorously with his hand.
Looking at the pile of docunts in front of him, his head was about to explode.
His old man really wasn’t being polite, and might as well say outright if he didn’t want him to return ho, instead of being so indirect.
"Who’s cursing ?" Scratching his head, unwashed for three days, if Sienna saw him now, she’d probably be shocked. Not visiting nightclubs for a few days was big news for them.
Even if traveling abroad, he’d still visit nightclubs in various countries.
"So, how does it feel? Running the company isn’t that easy, is it?"
Old Mr. Orwell grinned at his underachieving son. Without so competence, he wouldn’t agree to let him return ho. Felix Orwell smiled devilishly, and even with an unwashed face, unkempt hair, and unshaven beard, his handso charm couldn’t be hidden.
"Old man, you must be trying to work to death."
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