After leaving the inpatient departnt, Assistant Lowell couldn’t help but speak, "Mr. Prescott Jr., I’m sorry."
Warren Prescott glanced at him, "What are you apologizing for?"
Assistant Lowell said shafully, "I almost misunderstood the situation earlier and treated them as rioters and directly called the police."
"You’ve already said you didn’t understand the situation. Next ti, no matter what kind of problem you encounter, make sure you understand the situation first before taking any action. Emotions can’t solve any problems."
"Yes..."
Assistant Lowell felt even more ashad.
Usually seeing Warren Prescott, he thought he was a bad-tempered man.
But when sothing really happens, he is more calm than anyone else.
Although he is older than Warren, he truly learns sothing from Warren every day.
Besides the high salary, it’s also a key reason for his willingness to follow Warren.
Having soone to guide you, leading you to progress together, is such a good opportunity to improve oneself.
Without Warren, he might not find a better boss than him in this lifeti.
Just then Warren spoke with a sense of disdain, "Stop sulking and quickly register at the ergency departnt for ."
Assistant Lowell snapped back to reality, recalling Warren’s injuries, and promptly rushed to the ergency departnt to register.
Actually, Warren didn’t need to register at all; as soon as he arrived, all the doctors gathered around.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., what’s happened to you?"
"Who dared to do this to you?!"
Warren said faintly, "Scratched by a cat, help handle it."
The doctors were taken aback.
"Dostic cat or stray cat? If it’s a stray, with so many exposed wounds, you’ll need a rabies shot."
Warren’s face turned dark, and he directly instructed Assistant Lowell, "Ask them to bring so dicine, I’ll wait for you in the car."
After speaking, he walked straight out of the ergency departnt, ignoring the doctors’ inquiries.
Assistant Lowell’s lips slightly curved; indeed, this was still the Mr. Prescott Jr. he knew.
Always quick-tempered.
But for so reason, after today, he wasn’t as afraid of Mr. Prescott Jr. losing his temper as before.
Probably because he understood deep down, Warren seed hard to get along with but was actually a person with a warm heart underneath his cold exterior.
But not fearing doesn’t an he doesn’t respect Warren.
Just seeing how Warren dealt with Chester Crawford today, he could never disrespect him.
Once in the car, Assistant Lowell provided Warren with so simple wound care.
The injuries on his hands were not bad; it was the ones on the face...
"They might bruise for several days," Assistant Lowell said. "When we get ho, I’ll have the servant use an egg to rub the bruise away."
"Not going ho," Warren said.
"Do you have other matters to attend to?"
"No, head to The Prescott Group’s nearby hotel."
Assistant Lowell quickly understood what Warren ant.
He didn’t want Elder Prescott and Claudia Jennings to worry, so he decided not to go ho until his wounds healed.
Warren was like this; he appeared indifferent, not caring about anyone, but his thoughts could often be more ticulous than others’.
Except for his sharp tongue and stubborn temper...
Assistant Lowell naturally wouldn’t express these complaints aloud; after all, no one is perfect and he has more flaws than Mr. Prescott Jr., what right does he have to criticize him?
Gathering his thoughts, Assistant Lowell took a turn and drove towards the nearest hotel under the Prescott Group.
However, neither expected to run into Lars Prescott and a popular actress at the hotel entrance.
As their eyes t, Assistant Lowell’s scalp tingled.
He nervously glanced at Warren, but saw Warren not only didn’t get angry but even had a slight smile.
Is this... Is he smiling?
Or did the stimulation cause him to lose control of his facial muscles?
Lars Prescott noticed them too, especially seeing the wounds on Warren’s face, his smile abruptly disappeared, and he quickly walked over, leaving the actress behind.
"What’s wrong with your face? Who hit you? Are the wounds treated?"
Lars had unhidden worry on his face.
Warren’s smile suddenly vanished, and he asked expressionlessly, "Who are you?"
Lars furrowed his brows, about to speak when the actress caught up.
"Lance, why did you leave behind?"
The actress’s sweet voice made Warren’s stomach churn with nausea.
Lars’s expression was very stiff; he turned to the actress and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The actress froze, instinctively wanting to ask why, but turned and saw Warren’s face which bore so resemblance to Lars’s.
Won in the entertainnt industry are born actors, very good at reading the room; though she didn’t imdiately react earlier, she realized now.
She said, "Chairman Prescott, I’ll be leaving first," and hurried to a van parked by the roadside.
"Warren, just now..."
"I don’t know you. Decent people don’t block the way."
Even if these sentences were used individually, they could infuriate Lars instantly.
But since he was seen directly, he couldn’t muster the anger.
When he ca to his senses, Warren was already gone.
He didn’t see him enter the hotel, so he must have gone ho.
Lars’s breath quickened for a mont but soon cald down.
Warren wouldn’t tell Claudia Jennings and Elder Prescott.
If he intended to, he would have said sothing last year.
His phone received a new ssage at this mont.
Upon checking, it was from the actress asking if he was still going for a late-night snack.
Lars didn’t reply, turned off his phone, and from another pocket extracted another phone.
Dialing Mr. Rowan’s number, soon a silver business car pulled over.
Before Mr. Rowan got out to open the door for him, he had already opened it himself and sat inside.
"Chairman Prescott, where to?"
"Ho."
"Yes, sir."
Forty minutes later, the car drove into the Prescott family villa.
Actually, three years ago Lars had taken a liking to an old manor and wanted the whole family to move there, but Elder Prescott refused, saying they could move if they wanted, but he started from here and would return here to his roots.
So even though the manor was purchased and renovated, their family had yet to move in.
Lars entered the door, just in ti to see Claudia Jennings dressed and coming downstairs.
Their eyes t, and excitent flashed through Claudia Jennings’s eyes; she walked up a few steps to hold Lars’s arm.
"Why are you back? Didn’t you say you’d be on a business trip to Riverton?"
Lars showed a tired smile, "I was a bit exhausted, so I sent my subordinates instead."
"Are you tired? Where’s the pain? Is it the old issue with your back acting up?"
In recent years, perhaps due to aging, Lars’s back pain often recurs, so their intimate monts have beco less frequent.
Claudia Jennings hadn’t been passionate about it for so ti due to age, plus her husband’s health issues ant she didn’t feel any displeasure.
In her spare ti, she had specially asked the family doctor to teach her massage.
Though not as skilled as a professional, it helped relax muscles daily.
So when Lars nodded, she imdiately said, "Then co upstairs with , I’ll give you a massage."
Lars looked at her fully made-up face, "Seeing you dressed like this, weren’t you planning to go out?"
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