The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 225 Lucas, I’m Sorry

Chapter 225 Lucas, I’m Sorry

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Seeing what happened, Sloane quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over. “Are you okay? Here, drink some water.”

Larry took the glass and sipped a few times. Only then did the color start returning to his face.

He hurried to say, “Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne. I’m full.”

Lucas held the thermal container with a blank expression, casting a cold glance at Larry. “No need to thank me, Mr. Larry. I just want to make sure you’ve had enough–how else will you have the strength to recover?”

Larry wouldn’t dare let him feed him again. “I’m full. Really, I’ve had enough.”

Lucas set the container aside, and Larry quickly seized the moment to say to Sloane, “Sloane, could you help take care of me for a few days? With this injury… I really can’t do much on my

own.”

Sloane hesitated, about to answer when Lucas cut in first. “No need to worry, Mr. Larry. I’ll hire the best private nurse for you, someone who’ll take excellent care of everything.”

Larry shook his head, looking paler than before. “Mr. Hawthorne, you may not know this, but I have a bit of a cleanliness obsession. I’m not comfortable with strangers. Sloane knows medicine–it makes the most sense for her to help.”

Lucas‘ face darkened instantly, a sharp chill flashing through his eyes. He was about to refute him when Sloane gently tugged on his sleeve and said in a low voice, “Lucas, Larry got hurt saving me. It’s only right that I take care of him. You should head back first, I’ll contact you later.”

Lucas looked at her, eyes filled with frustration and helplessness. He knew that pushing any further would only put Sloane in a tough spot.

He swallowed the fire burning inside and relented. “Fine. I’ll head back. Call me if anything comes up.”

Sloane nodded softly. “Okay. Be careful on the road.”

Lucas returned to the company with a storm cloud over his head, his expression dark and unreadable. The moment he stepped into the office, the entire floor tensed.

Andrew instantly sensed that something was very wrong. He followed behind, arms full of documents, barely daring to breathe.

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these are the files you need to

gave the documents a cold glance, his voice edged with impatience. “Leave

Lucas suddenly snapped, “Where’s the quarterly report from Marketing? Why hasn’t it been delivered

they’re still compiling the data… it might be a bit

had actually approved the

like a whip, his eyes sharp as ice.

Andrew bolted.

the room, practically shaking, clutching the unfinished report with sweat

quarterly report–it’s missing a

flipped through it, and his face grew darker

Incomplete data, shallow analysis, you didn’t even grasp the most basic

been recent fluctuations in the

sarcasm. “Market fluctuations are your excuse? If your department can’t even handle

down,

suffocating; several department heads exchanged uneasy looks, all silently thought. What happened to Mr. Hawthorne

the pressure building inside him, but the moment he remembered Sloane was still at the hospital taking

cold glance across the managers still in the room, his voice

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see this kind of amateur mistake one more time, hand in

nodded frantically and

office finally quieted down. Lucas sank into his chair, rubbed his temples, frustration pulsing

control today. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t

rapidly throughout the company. Mr. Hawthorne, always calm, decisive, and razor–sharp had

of control left everyone on

He tore apart Marketing’s report, and Westin looked like

passed the exec office earlier, Andrew