When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 150: Grabbing His Arm for an Answer

The woman understood deeply that if this matter couldn’t be properly resolved, her husband’s career would be over.

Having been married to him for so many years, she had never seen him be so humble, so frightened as today.

The woman harshly slapped herself again and again!

The husband, the director, didn’t feel sorry at all; he was just furious!

This woman is really lacking in competence, only causing trouble!

Seeing President Lancaster still hadn’t cald down, next, he turned around and angrily started scolding his son with a fierce beating!

"I told you not to cause trouble! Told you not to cause trouble! You little brat!!"

The son instinctively dodged but didn’t dare run away, taking the beating squarely. This was treatnt he had never faced since childhood.

The horoom teacher was both awed by Adrian Lancaster’s presence and at a loss over the chaos in the office.

It was only later, upon hearing the principal speak of Adrian Lancaster’s identity, that she broke into a cold sweat.

However, the situation didn’t implicate the horoom teacher.

Before Adrian Lancaster left, he asked the school doctor to check Milo’s injuries and initiate psychological comforting and instructed the horoom teacher to take good care of him.

The horoom teacher nodded in agreent, not daring to offend this influential figure.

The director’s wife’s face was swollen from her own slaps, yet she did not win Faye Turner’s forgiveness.

Adrian Lancaster asked soone to investigate Victor Peterson, contributing to the anti-corruption cause instead of seeking personal revenge.

Because from his wife’s arrogant behavior, it’s not hard to see what kind of person Victor Peterson usually is.

How does a minor director have such audacity?

Usually, there must be countless people currying favor and giving gifts, until he gradually beca conceited.

Two hours later, everything was resolved.

Uncle Lane drove Chloe Gable ho.

Faye Turner got into Adrian Lancaster’s car, heading back to the company with him.

Mr. Kerr didn’t co, Adrian Lancaster drove himself with Faye Turner sitting in the passenger seat, her hands lightly placed on her thighs, glancing at him occasionally.

He looked straight ahead, his eyes seemingly carrying a trace of sharpness.

The girl knew he had been very busy recently, working until nearly dawn last night, so... she was truly grateful he could co.

"Adrian, today... Thank you." Struggling to find the words, Faye Turner ultimately didn’t know what to say.

Adrian Lancaster’s tone was chilly, "In the future, for these kinds of issues, you shouldn’t handle them alone; I am your husband, your support."

Thinking from his perspective, she felt quite guilty, "I’m sorry..."

"Don’t apologize without thinking," he said, glancing at her while driving, "What if that mad woman hits you too? If you miscarried, what would happen?"

Facing the man’s deep gaze, she fell silent again.

He really cares about this child... only about this child.

After Adrian Lancaster withdrew his gaze, he didn’t pay much attention to her, seemingly still simring in anger.

Faye Turner also turned away her gaze; he was even more anxious about this child than her... which was a good thing.

If the child is born, he will certainly love her very, very much.

"Adrian, do you prefer boys or girls?"

As the Lamborghini ca to a stop at the company entrance, she turned to ask.

Adrian Lancaster paused, "What do you an?"

"I’m... just asking casually." eting his gaze, she felt a bit guilty, not wanting him to be unhappy.

"You weren’t asking casually." He pierced through her pretenses bluntly, "You’ve been thinking about this question all the way here, wondering whether to ask."

"I..." Faye Turner thought to herself, she hadn’t done anything wrong, why be intimidated by his presence all the ti?

So, she earnestly said, "I just feel that, in the minds of a minority, there’s still a preference for boys over girls, especially in big wealthy families like yours."

"You’re trying to find out if I’m part of that minority, right?"

"Yes!"

Adrian Lancaster unbuckled his seatbelt and lightly tapped her forehead with his finger, "Are your brain cells multiplying? Always pondering these pointless questions!"

"No, why can’t you give a straightforward answer?" But she tugged at his arm forcibly, not letting him out of the car.