NovelEnglishChapter 58 She couldn't just let Lysander walk away like that; otherwise, all her efforts tonight would be for nothing. She needed an answer! "My friend..." Her wrist was swiftly caught and yanked, causing her to stumble into Lysander's broad chest.
"Ma'am, that's not how negotiations work. Is this all you have? If I don't see you at htonight, we'll consider this matter closed. Be a good girl, understood?" With those words, he released her and walked out.
As Lysander closed the door to the private room, his sharp eyes glanced at Leonard, who stood guard by the entrance. "She was looking for me?" he asked coldly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeonard bowed his head slightly. "Yes, sir." Lysander studied him for a moment. Leonard's face remained emotionless, as if he were a machine.
"Take her home. And make sure Adrian behaves tonight." With that command, Lysander pushed open the door to the next room and stepped inside.
Leonard didn't move until the door to the adjacent room was fully closed, standing rigidly upright.
"Lysander, you're finally back." The door hadn't even closed properly when Giselle grabbed Lysander's arm, her tone a mix of reproach and playful teasing.
Her eyes darted over Lysander's face and body, scrutinizing him quietly. Noticing his distinctly reddened lips, she tightened her grip slightly... that wretched Mila! "Here I am." Lysander didn't notice her reaction, offering a warm smile as he gently asked, "Giselle, Leonard said you had something to discuss?" "Oh, right." Giselle brushed off her annoyance and waved her phone, a hint of pride in her voice. "My professor just messaged me. Tyrell's genius Al protégé from the 'Forest Team' is confirmed to return hwith his team in a week. I was setting up a meeting and thought you'd want to discuss a potential collaboration." Lysander smiled, "That's great news, Giselle. Thank you." "Don't mention it. You know what we mean to each other." Giselle lightly held his hand, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she spoke amid the lively chatter of the room. "You know I'd do anything for you." "I know." Lysander squeezed Giselle's hand sincerely, "You're the best, Giselle. I always appreciate it." With that, he guided her to sit beside him.
When Leonard opened the door to the private room, Mila was just getting up from the crystal table, reaching for her fallen white coat.
Leonard approached and picked up the coat before she could, intending to help her put it on.
Mila, who always found Leonard to be Lysander's loyal lackey, snatched the coat back with a cold, "Sparethe pretense."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnfazed by her words, Leonard remained as stoic as ever, glancing at the shattered wine bottles, spilled drinks, and Mila's disheveled sweater. His voice was still calm, "Sir askedto take you home."
Mila paused in the middle of zipping up her coat. Without saying anything, she finished and tried to stand, only for a sharp pain to shoot through her right leg, sending her tumbling toward the ground. She suddenly remembered that during her scuffle with Lysander, her right leg had collided with the table leg as well as her back.
It hurt too much to stand properly.
As she braced herself to fall onto the shards of broken bottles, she m instinctively protected her face and eyes-only to find herself suspended in mid-air. Realizing she was cradled in Leonard's arms, Mila was momentarily bewildered, not quite sure how she ended up in such a situation.
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