Female Novel
Chapter 892
The butler dragged Lawrence away.
Hearing Lawrence's words, he smiled coldly and reprimanded him, saying, "Even you can get deceived? You deceived your wife,how wretched! She left at such a young age, and now you've been deceived. You deserve it!"
Lawrence was pushed to the side, and he frowned. "Butler, | know now that | was wrong. | came to apologize. You can't do thistome."
"Hmph!" The butler sneered. "Do you think we have to forgive you just because you admitted to your mistakes? Who said that?"Lawrence hesitated for a while. Now, this was a real question.
Hearing the butler's words, William was very satisfied and got into the car.
The butler huffed once and left.
Lawrence watched William's car leave in a daze, and then looked at the Jones Estate. His own son, Heinz, refused to see him,which sparked his intense annoyance.
However, there was nothing he could do at this time. He could only take out his phone to call Heinz, but the moment the phonerang, it was declined. Heinz did not pick up.
Lawrence bitterly returned to the car. He picked up the phone to call his people, and said, "Help me look into what Grace isdoing.”
The person on the other end of the line said, "Miss Smith hasn't left home, but today, Young Master Lowell and the two youngmasters of the Jones family have gone to school."
Lawrence was very surprised and asked, "You said Lowell has gone to school?"
"Yes, sir."
Lawrence stayed silent for a while before he said, "Tell me the address."
"Okay, I'll send it to your phone right away."
Lawrence hung up the phone, then rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He tried to call Heinz again, but no one answered.There was no other way, so he started driving to look for Timothy.
Timothy's company was not far from the Jones Estate; it was a kilometer's distance away. He drove there and went straight tolook for Timothy.
When the front desk called Timothy, he was in a meeting. When he heard about what was going on, he frowned and finished upthe meeting as fast as he could before informing the front desk to let Lawrence upstairs.
Meanwhile, in Timothy's presidential office.As soon as Lawrence entered, he saw that the whole office was full of luxury, which was incredibly stylish.
As a middle-aged man, he could tell at a glance that Timothy's office was made of only the best materials, yet it had a very low-key kind of style. In short, it had a homely kind of impression.
He frowned and looked at Timothy who was sitting behind the executive desk. He hadn't slept that night either. Lawrence wasvery embarrassed, but Timothy seemed to be in high spirits.novelbin
This made Lawrence a little annoyed. He walked straight over, pulled out the chair opposite Timothy, and sat down, saying, "Iwant to see Candace. | know she's not at your place.”
Timothy raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Since you know that she isn't at my place, why are you looking for me?"
“Because you can speak for me," Lawrence said in a low voice. "I'll be frank now. | don't have any hope in anything other thanthe fact that you can help me see her."
"Why are you so sure that I'll help you?” Timothy chuckled. "I don't have any obligation to do so."
“We're both men," Lawrence said in a cold voice. "And we've both been with Candace before. | think you can understand thisfeeling.”
Timothy squinted his eyes and looked at him. He leaned back in the executive chair. He looked at Lawrence and said with achuckle, "You're trying to move me with this reasoning, but don't forget that the person who was hurt by the news is mydaughter.”
“Your daughter?" Lawrence sneered. "Why are you so confident, although the results aren't out yet? What if she's not yourdaughter?"
"The blood type is the evidence," Timothy said calmly. "What you said is nothing more than jealousy of me. Grace is mydaughter.”
"Hmph," Lawrence sneered, and said in a low voice with a kind of psychotic jealousy, "There's still a chance."
“Even so, she's still my daughter." Timothy's tone was full of certainty. "You hurt my daughter, yet want me to help you meetCandace. You're still not candid enough. Do you think | will help you?"
Lawrence was silent for a moment and didn't say anything for a long time.Timothy quietly stared at him. It seemed that refusing to let him see Candace had already made him go crazy.
The reason Lawrence could come here and ask him for help was probably that he had gone through every option there was, andhe had no other choice.
Timothy smiled softly. A trace of self-confidence flashed across his eyes.As long as Lawrence went mad, as long as he had no choice, everything would be easy to deal with.Once he had gone mad, Timothy could take a risk. Why not do something? Why not compromise and make a deal?
"Tell me, was that news your doing?" Timothy asked bluntly.
Lawrence pursed her lips and continued, "No!""Think carefully. If you don't talk, and you get found out, you will have no chance at all."Lawrence said nothing, as if he had never heard about this before.
"With one piece of news, you lostyour son, grandson, and even youryoungest son. You evenconpretelydecir dalighter. Now thatyou've lost Candace, you havenothing," Timothy pointed outLawrence's current predicament.Please read the original content atNovelDrama.Org.
Only then did Lawrence realize what a sorry state he was in.He had nothing left.
“As far as | know, you have a lot of debt now. You came back this time not just to send your son over, but also to ask Heinz tohelp you pay off your debts, right?" Timothy's tone did not waver.
He looked at Lawrence, his eyes calm, and yet he somehow managed to make him tremble.
Lawrence was so stunned that he met Timothy's gaze.
Timothy sat in the executive chair. In the dim light and shadows, his face was angular and full of confidence.Compared to that, Lawrence was embarrassed.
He smiled bitterly and said coldly, "I don't know. | really don't know about the news."
Hearing this, Timothy leaned forward,then placed his arm on the executivetable. He looked at Lawrence, whowas in front of him. "Fine, let me
it another way, Every yin werSrtrespoosibltor the news, you shouldknow who is. What's the relationshipbetween them? | heard Candaceadmit to it. As far as | know, she is ill,and she can't scheme something thisbig, neither does she have the abilityto lead this situation. There must bean expert behind the scenes, and theonly person she can rely on is you."Please read the original content atNovelDrama.Org.
"| do know Henry," Lawrence said. "He's a friend of mine from Alsburg, a local. He has a close relationship with my son's ex-wife,Jodie."
Timothy frowned and said unpleasantly, "Your son's ex-wife?"
When Lawrence heard his tone, herolled his eyes, and a sharp lightflashed acros penn Besar Omoaninghany, "Timothy, you see, nomatter how good your daughter is,she still married my divorcee son."Please read the original content atNovelDrama.Org.