People in the eting room glanced around at each other.
Then ca waves of discussion—
"Who is this person? Why does he look so arrogant?"
"I heard he’s the spokesperson of a major conglorate from Frelia. Back when The Lawson Corporation was transitioning, first breaking through the technical blockade, President Lawson and his wife... and Serena went to Frelia for collaboration talks. The first contract they secured was with his family. It was from then on that The Lawson Corporation truly began its transformation, using this contract as a stepping stone."
"So it was his family! I heard their influence overseas is enormous!"
"Isn’t it? It’s exactly because of his family’s contract that subsequent negotiations with others beca much easier."
"I see..."
The crowd murmured, while the man rely gazed at Julian Lawson, his eyes filled with nothing but sharpness—the kind that truly erges from bloodshed.
The situation in Frelia is different from ours; guns are not prohibited there, so the path to becoming a conglorate spokesperson is bloody.
"Not inviting to sit down?" The man looked at Julian Lawson, half-smiling, "Back when you and Serena went to Frelia, I certainly hosted you well."
The word "invite" and the phrase "hosted you well" were emphasized.
Julian Lawson narrowed his eyes dangerously, engaging in a cold stare.
There seed to be an invisible field between the two, an unseen confrontation in the exchange of glances.
The entire eting room was enveloped in an odd atmosphere.
There was more whispering.
"What’s going on? What did he an by his words just now? How was the contract secured? Wasn’t it through proper channels?"
"It had to be through proper channels. At that ti, The Lawson Corporation couldn’t compete with his family’s conglorate; how could they sign without his approval? It’s just that there were so strange things rumored to happen back then."
"What things?"
"We’re not clear, all we know is that after the contract talks were finished and they returned, Serena was bedridden for over a month."
"Ah? There’s more to it?"
"Yeah, haven’t you realized yet? The chaos today is because Serena has distanced herself from The Lawson Corporation, but in the early days of The Lawson Corporation’s transition, Serena was right there pioneering alongside President Lawson, deeply involved."
...
Isla Lawson was the first to react, smiling as she walked over, leading the man aside.
"This way, please," Isla Lawson said with a bright and elegant smile, her eyes particularly captivating when she looked at the man.
But the man didn’t move and just looked at Julian Lawson.
The aning was clear; he wanted Julian Lawson to personally invite him.
Isla Lawson was a bit embarrassed but quickly concealed it, looking towards Julian Lawson.
"Brother Julian?" Isla Lawson asked in confusion.
In Frelia, she’d heard nurous gossip about the Lawson Family and Serena, but she’d never known the specifics.
Even when she tried to pressure Serena using the Sheridan Family, Serena didn’t disclose anything; instead, she played a bullfighting tune in mockery.
Now, she was anxious.
Thinking about it, she secretly turned to make a call to Serena in the corner.
However, Julian Lawson stopped her with just a glance.
"So disrespectful?" The man noticed Julian Lawson’s action, smiled dangerously, "Don’t want to contact Serena?"
The man took out his phone.
"No worries, I’ll make the call." He smiled and glanced at Isla Lawson, "Thank you for the wine you brought to Serena; I liked it very much. I was just about to ask her opinion on it."
Though he smiled at Isla Lawson, she felt a chill, as though a venomous snake had its eyes on her.
But it ended there, as the man began to dial.
However, before he could press down, another hand grasped his.
The man looked up into Julian Lawson’s pitch-black eyes.
"Trying to stop ?" The man sneered, slipping his hand into his pocket.
The next mont, Julian Lawson felt sothing hard pressed against his abdon.
He squinted his eyes, then regardless of the other’s impedints, he forced himself forward, facing the other man at close range.
"Do you know that here is different from Frelia, we prohibit guns," Julian Lawson said, lowering his voice.
But the other man rely smiled and continued to look coldly at Julian Lawson.
And he dialed Serena’s number.
"Beep beep..."
Julian Lawson reached towards the man’s pocket, but the man evaded him by stepping back.
"Hello?" Serena’s voice ca through.
The man smiled, looking at Julian Lawson’s grim expression, and said, "Hello, Serena, it’s . How have you been lately?"
There was silence from Serena on the other end.
Julian Lawson moved straight ahead, forcefully trying to snatch the gun. The next mont, the other man no longer hesitated and pulled out the gun, aiming it at Julian Lawson’s forehead.
He looked at Julian Lawson, who squinted his eyes, sneered, and continued, "I heard you and Julian Lawson got divorced, let congratulate you, happy divorce."
Serena still did not respond.
"And then," the man laughed, "I’m now at The Lawson Corporation. Want to co over and talk about that contract?"
During this whole process, the two n stared at each other, neither backing down in montum.
The chatter in the eting room had also disappeared, everyone looked around nervously.
The room was silent, leaving only the two n and Serena over the phone.
After roughly three seconds.
Serena’s voice ca, "Alright."
The man smiled, looking at Julian Lawson and said, "I knew you would..."
But before he finished speaking, the call got disconnected, and only the busy tone "beep beep" remained.
The man was montarily stunned, instinctively looking at the phone.
Serena had hung up before he could finish speaking.
When he looked up again, he saw Julian Lawson already holding onto his gun.
He instinctively pulled the trigger.
Then, a little flower popped out from the gun’s barrel, montarily surprising Julian Lawson.
"Surprise!" The man laughed heartily.
It was a toy gun.
The strange and tense atmosphere was instantly disrupted.
Julian Lawson let go of the man’s hand and looked at Isla Lawson and Secretary Chaucer.
"Handle things here for now. If it’s not possible, stall it, say there will be a press conference later."
"Okay, Brother Julian."
"Yes, President Lawson."
Both imdiately responded.
Julian Lawson then looked darkly at the man, "Co with ."
Judging by the man’s unwillingness to listen, he coldly said, "I think you wouldn’t want that incident to be publicly known."
But the man just shrugged.
"Honestly, I don’t care."
Then he glanced at his phone again.
But she might care.
So, the man followed Julian Lawson outside.
The eting room was left with a group of bystanders, Secretary Chaucer, and Isla Lawson.
Surrounding phones and such kept ringing, but everyone was curious.
Isla Lawson narrowed her eyes angrily, coldly sweeping a glance over the remaining people.
"Didn’t you hear? Get to work!" She scolded coldly.
Only then did everyone quickly lower their heads to work.
On another side.
Serena put down the phone.
They had just co out from a place storing new products.
Serena’s complexion was poor.
Back in Frelia, she had lost her first child.
It was a pain she would never forget.
In the years following, she avoided dealings with Frelia, purposely neglecting certain matters.
Thus, only when the Frelia affairs matured was Isla sent over, who was studying there, to handle them.
Initially, all the fraworks related to Frelia were handled personally by Serena.
When did he co to the country?
Now he wants to find her...
"What’s wrong?" Silas Hawthorne noticed Serena’s distress and asked.
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