Chapter 584 He's Here
Olivia waited for several minutes. When Luke didn't return, she knew either he hadn't conveyed the message or Lawrence R. refused to help.
Thinking of Lawrence R.'s refusal, Olivia disregarded it and barged in.
Upon entering, she saw Lawrence R. sitting at the head of a large dining table with about thirty elite bosses. He sat motionless, legs crossed, playing with his knife and fork, his posture lazy yet steady. His profile was cold and unapproachable, exuding ruthlessness.
When his gaze swept over, Olivia felt as if she had been pierced, rooted to the spot.
She urgently looked at Luke who gently shook his head at Olivia.
Lawrence R. really refused to save Winnie.
A heavy stone lodged in Olivia's throat, weighing on her heart, suffocating her.
His refusal was both unexpected and expected. After all, Winnie's recent relationship with him was too strained, too terrible.
Olivia swallowed hard and had to muster the courage to speak up, "Mr. Rodriguez, you can't just watch Winnie die. She's been under Patrick's control for almost an hour now, and she hasn't come out. She wants to expose Patrick's secrets. If he senses that, he'll surely silence her!"
Lawrence R. narrowed his cold eyes, whether he heard or not, remained indifferent.
However, Olivia's outburst had already attracted the attention of others at the table.
"Miss Smith!" Luke, seeing Mr. Rodriguez's unreadable response, immediately walked over to intercept Olivia, lowering his voice, "Mr. Rodriguez is discussing an important collaboration project! What's the occasion? Can you please be a bit more considerate? I will answer your questions later. Can you wait patiently outside?"
Olivia found Luke's attitude incredible. She stared wide-eyed, trying hard to discern the inscrutable and distant face of Lawrence R.
What did he mean?
Olivia became angry. "Is Winnie's collaboration more important than her life? Lawrence R., I don't have time to wait for your response. If you're going to torment and ridicule me and Winnie like this, you're wrong. She doesn't have time to wait for you!"
"Her life is none of my concern," Lawrence R. spoke evenly, a hint of a smile in his voice, sharp and cold, "Why doesn't Rock go save her, or is it that Rock can't save her, so you turn to me again? Miss Smith, do you think she can surpass a collaboration project in my eyes? Are you overestimating her, or underestimating my dignity?"
He finally bestowed Olivia with a complete gaze. That gaze alone was enough to plunge Olivia into an icy abyss.
This man, aloof and unapproachable, exuded a terrifying aura.
When he wanted Winnie, anyone could use her to overpower him.
When he showed indifference toward a woman, he appeared too heartless. His words were cold and cutting.
Cold sweat dripped down Olivia's back, her fingers weakly clenched, overwhelmed by his scrutiny.
Indeed, she had sought Rock first, but he was powerless. Only then did she have to turn to Lawrence R. for help.
Olivia's eyes reddened. "Now is not the time for you to be angry, Mr. Rodriguez. Even if I beg you. I was rude to you downstairs just now, I apologize! But can you really watch Winnie die and do nothing? Even if she's been at odds with you recently, she's still the mother of your two sons, an unbreakable bond. Even if you consider Sidney and Oscar's feelings, you can't let her die at Patrick's hands. Winnie won't rest in peace even in death!"
It was unclear which sentence touched Lawrence R., as his stern brow furrowed deeply, his eyes growing darker and more inscrutable.
Olivia felt uneasy, unsure if the two children could move him. She couldn't believe that Lawrence R. truly didn't care about Winnie anymore?
Even if he misunderstood Winnie for aborting his child, even if Winnie publicly announced their engagement, indirectly inviting public ridicule and rejecting Madam Rodriguez's proximity, did Lawrence R. truly stop loving Winnie?
She stared fixedly at the man's immovable features. It was impossible to discern what he was thinking.
Lawrence R. fell silent momentarily, his gaze dropping downwards. He uncrossed his legs and continued eating. Despite his outward calmness, a coolness throbbed at his temples. "Luke, escort her out. If she dares to delay my major project again, show her some consequences."
"Lawrence R.—you heartless jerk! You'll regret this indifference!" Olivia was dragged out, roaring uncontrollably.
She felt like she and Winnie were two clowns, while Lawrence R., no matter how she ridiculed him, remained aloof, allowing others to live or die at his whim, a wielder of power.
The dinner table experienced a slight disturbance, but it didn't affect the final outcome. After a private discussion with the chairman of the rival company, Lawrence R. was handed an unchanged contract. With a few swift strokes, Lawrence R. signed the contract, the last stroke piercing through the paper.
Luke could see that the boss's mind was elsewhere, filled with urgency. Mr. Rodriguez, after all, wasn't as heartless as he claimed to be.
Indeed, after signing, the man rose, his figure disappearing from the private room in an instant.
Luke received a call from Jeremy. "What's the situation on Mr. L's side? Olivia called me, crying her eyes out, saying Winnie is about to be killed, but Mr. L remains indifferent, refusing to save Winnie? This doesn't make sense. If he can be so ruthless, why is he in such agony?"
"Mr. DeRoss, Mr. Rodriguez has left! He quickly finalized the collaboration. Of course, it's also a lesson for Miss Anderson, teaching her not to overstep her bounds at any time. Even Mr. Rodriguez is someone she can't afford to offend or hurt. I have to go, Mr. Rodriguez needs a group of enforcers, I'll go command them."
Meanwhile at Room 088, Winnie's throat was nearly numb from the strong liquor, the intense coughing and alcohol clouding her mind, making it hard to think clearly.
She was dragged dully to the toilet. Bound all over, drenched in cold sweat, she watched as the toilet was filled with water, her hair roughly grabbed and pulled down by rough hands, her face brought close to the brimming basin, unable to utter a plea for help, only retching continuously.
Despair overwhelmed her remaining sanity at that moment.
"No."
She couldn't die here like this. She had a father to protect, an Oscar to wait for, and the three extreme villains, Patrick and Ishara Eleanor, to expose.
She didn't want to die. She wasn't resigned.
She convulsed resolutely, refusing to give in.
The rough hands that had imprisoned her head let go with a thud, a dull figure falling to the ground beside her.
She screamed hoarsely, speechless with shock, staring slowly at the guard's blood flowing from his head.
The bathroom door opened. Who was it?
Her waterlogged eyes couldn't see clearly, but the familiar and strong scent, the man's familiar and firm aura, etched in her memory.
She almost instantly thought of a name for the figure in her throat, almost certain it was him.
However, it couldn't really be him, could it?
Winnie slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with crimson speculation, wondering if she had been rescued, hesitantly calling out another name, "Rock, did Olivia inform you? You finally made it."
Lawrence R.'s long legs halted at the doorway, his features expressionless.
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