Jared was waiting for updates in the office, never expecting to receive news of Ellen getting hurt. When he saw her faint on the ground after being hit by the reckless driver, his hands formed into fists. Soon, a familiar person appeared in the footage, and he recognized the face at the drop of a hat. Lambert. He’s the first person to carry her into the ambulance, huh?
“Get me his contact number,” he ordered Stanley. Impressively, it did not take Stanley long to obtain Lambert’s contact number. The urgent Jared dialed the number immediately, for he wished to know Ellen’s condition.
Meanwhile, Lambert was basking under the sun in the garden when his phone rang. “Hello? Who is this?”
“It’s Jared. How’s Ellen?” The trembling voice resounded. Lambert was caught off-guard that the mant contacted him in person. “How did you know she’s with me?”
“Cut it out. Just tell me how’s she doing.” Jared snapped. “Her forehead is swollen. That’s all.” “Where is she?”
“She’s resting at my place. Are you going to take her away by force, Mr. Presgrave?”
“Send me your address.” “I’d rather see you try.” Lambert sneered and terminated the call.
Jared cursed under his breath, whereas Stanley began to track down Lambert’s place. Due to Lambert’s feelings for Ellen, Jared believed they should not stay in the same place together, not to mention that she was in a frail state. He might take advantage of her!
“Found it. This is Lambert’s place, Mr. Presgrave. Stanley was a highly efficient employee. In a haste, Jared grabbed the car keys and left the company.
On the other hand, Corey delivered the luggage to Lambert’s place and waved his hand looking exhausted. “Just what is in this carrier? It’s hefty!”
“It’s everything she has left.” Lambert came up to him. “Bro, you must keep this between us, or Mom’s gonna confiscate my car.” “Deal. Now, leave, She’s in the living room, so be quiet.”
“I’m thirsty. Why can’t I rest for a moment?” Corey was upset by Lambert’s cold attitude now that he was smitten with a girl. Nevertheless, he was not planning on leaving.
“Just don’t wake her up,” warned Lambert before thinking about the incoming guest, whom he particularly took interest in. I bet Jared’s on his way here. What happened between them?
A black Bugatti speeded on the busy road, advancing through every space between the cars. Similar to a majestic black panther, it accelerated toward the sunlight, which reflected the black into a sheen of brilliance.
Finally, the Bugatti parked at a private mansion, followed by three SUVS. Jared alighted from the car to ring the doorbell; instead of getting in his way, Lambert opened the door. Now, the two domineering men stood against each other.
One of them was clad in a tracksuit like a languid young man, while the other man was wrapped in a black suit, looking like an elite young master with his six bodyguards. The two different styles unexpectedly took the limelight all the same.
Holding a cup of tea, Corey came out of the house and felt the tense atmosphere, where he almost choked on the drink due to surprise. Then, he hurried to his cousin’s side. “Lambert, who are these people? Should we call the cops?” questioned the frightened boy.
“No. He’s Mr. Presgrave from the Presgrave Group.” “Hand her over.” Jared was dogged to take Ellen away today.
Corey wrapped his head around the situation at that. Wait. They’re fighting over a woman! What is Lambert doing? How can he lay his eyes on Mr. Presgrave’s woman?
