NovelEnglishChapter 152 If it weren't for their current frail state, they might have ended up covered entirely in jewelry instead of just a pendant or two.
Mila was genuinely frightened.
After listening to countless lectures and fervently promising to behave and not wander off alone again, she finally managed to persuade her great-aunt to go hand rest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce her great-aunt left, Mila turned to the two people who had just 'coincidentally' returned. "Which one of you told her?" Miranda immediately denied it, "It wasn't me!" Eugene quickly shook his head, "Definitely not me!" Both of them had firsthand experience with her great-aunt's temper. Neither of them was foolish enough to provoke her wrath or invite a scolding.
So who was the culprit? A sleek black Phantom glided down the road.
Inside, Lysander suddenly sneezed, pressing a finger against his slightly reddened nose before speaking slowly, his voice carrying a hint of lazy hoarseness. "Continue." Leonard, who was driving, glanced at the lethargic man in the backseat through the rearview mirror and casually adjusted the car's air conditioning to a warmer setting before resuming their conversation.
"The online rumors are still spreading. Should we manage the public relations and have it taken down?" Lysander didn't answer directly but instead posed another question. "Has Mila cto ask you about it?" Leonard shook his head, "No, she hasn't." Lysander smirked coldly, "She's certainly keeping her cool." Leonard thought for a moment before adding, "The legal team hired by Mrs. Johnson is investigating the matter. It seems she's planning to use it as evidence in court." Lysander fell silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. "She really is determined to take this to court." After a lengthy silence, Lysander's slightly hoarse voice broke through. "Ignore her. Take down all the trending topics related to this online." "Understood." Leonard then asked, "And what about Ms. Harvey?" "I'll meet with her shortly and handle it personally," Lysander replied nonchalantly. "Yes, sir." Lysander, feeling under the weather, sneezed a few more times. His usually striking face now appeared somewhat weary, his fox-like eyes clouded with a faint mist, adding an enigmatic allure.
His cold had con unexpectedly.
Perhaps he caught it during the New Year's visit to the church, where the chill had seeped into his bones. By the next morning, he was feeling feverish and headachy.
Normally robust and healthy, Lysander found this sudden illness peculiar, dismissing it as a minor ailment and not even bothering with medication.
Leonard couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor, sir?" Lysander leaned back against the seat, shaking his head slowly. "Don't wait forlater; I'll be staying at Giselle's place tonight." He paused briefly before continuing, "You should visit her at the hospital for me. She's taken quite a risk this time." Leonard nodded, "Yes, sir." The car soon pulled up in front of a cozy bistro.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Lysander stepped out, Giselle greeted him at the door, gracefully linking her arm with his and smiling warmly.
"Lysander, you finally made it. We've been waiting for you."
Lysander returned her smile and nodded politely to the smiling Harvey family elders at the entrance. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Harvey. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." "Not at all, con in!" The Harveys beamed, and the group entered the private dining room, chatting and laughing.
Leonard watched the figures disappear into the bistro.
His expression remained neutral as he turned the car around and headed toward Metropolitan Hospital, making a quick call to the company's PR team on the way. As dusk settled, the car arrived at the hospital.
Leonard stepped out, adjusting his suit before striding purposefullym toward the inpatient department, En: carrying a small package.
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