Chapter 203
“Miss Lynwood, please, just accept them,” Phil persisted. “Even after being injured, Mr. Sherwood was worried about this. I was the one who stopped him from coming personally because I was afraid he’d pass out from blood loss p>
Lucy glanced up at him, her tone growing colder. “You might as well give the flowers to a homeless person; perhaps they could trade them for a warm meal. That way, you can go back and say you completed the task, and your boss might actually accumulate some good karma p>
Realizing that persuasion was futile, Phil nodded. “Very well, Miss Lynwood.” He removed a card from the bouquet and slipped it through the gap in the window. “Mr. Sherwood wrote this by hand. I won’t disturb you further p>
With that, he turned and left, holding the undelivered bouquet.
Back in the car, Phil immediately called Kingsley. “Mr. Sherwood, Miss Lynwood didn’t accept the flowers. She suggested giving them to the homeless to help them get a meal. However, I managed to leave the card in her car p>
“Mmm.” Kingsley’s tone on the other end was calm, as if he had expected this outcome. “Do as she said. Give the flowers to them p>
Phil replied with a “Yes” and hung up.
Meanwhile, Lucy’s car slowly entered the manor. Getting out, she picked up the card that had fallen onto her lap. She glanced at it—the handwriting was indeed Kingsley’s. The corner of her mouth quirked into a sarcastic smile. A second later, she tossed the card into a nearby trash can without a shred of hesitation.
An hour later, Peter pushed open the door to the hospital room and handed a tablet
to Kingsley. “Found it. You hijacked two massive projects from this guy recently. You moved into his territory and cut into his profits of course he snapped p>
Kingsley propped himself up,
scrolled through the files quickly, and tossed the tablet onto the nightstand His voice was hard. their own lack of competence. Suppress the news. Don’t involve the police; we’ll settle this privately p>
Peter chuckled low. “Looks like they kicked a steel plate this time.” He paused, then
added, “But the guy isn’t a pushover either. Watch your back p>
Kingsley glanced at him, his brow lifted with arrogance. “And am I, Kingsley Sherwood, someone to be trifled with p>
“You’re certainly no saint,” Peter retorted just as Xavier walked in carrying a bag of fruit. As soon as Xavier set it down, Peter grabbed an apple pulled out a knife, and started peeling it He looked up any. “Want one p>
“No. You might poison me,” Kingsley replied, scrolling through the tablet again without looking up. “Eat it and get out p>
Peter set the fruit knife down, acting shameless. “I’m staying to protect you p>
Kingsley didn’t respond. The anesthesia in his left arm had completely worn off, and
a drilling pain was spreading along his nerves. A thin layer of sweat soon formed on his forehead.
Quick as ever, Xavier went straight for the drawer. “Need something for the pain? The doc left these.” He shook out a couple of pills and ran a glass of water.
Kingsley took the pills and swallowed them in one go.
Peter watched Kingsley’s tightly furrowed brows, his tone turning rare and serious. “Kingsley, I’ve known you for years, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen you look this wrecked p>