Chapter 486 Humble Plea to Michael (4)
Although his words were so calm, she felt her face burning with humiliation, as if she had been slapped several times.
He treated her father as a thief, and he treated her as a thief too.
Lily gently clenched her fists, lowered her head, and asked, "Then I'll go back and wait for you. Can you send me a message when you're done?"
Michael smiled, a smile that was faint yet cold. "It seems, Miss Stewart, that you have never asked anyone for a favor. The most important thing when asking for a favor is sincerity."
Lily immediately understood what he meant.
She gently clenched her fists and humbly said, "Alright, I'll wait for you at the law firm's entrance."
Just like that, she stood in the bleak winter wind, wearing only a thin coat.
Michael sat in his warm office, leisurely handling his business, as if he had completely forgotten about Lily waiting outside.
It wasn't until snowflakes began to fall outside, looking particularly beautiful under the neon lights.
Only then did Michael stand up from his desk, slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and admired the scenery outside.
Unexpectedly, Lily was still standing in the snow, waiting.
A hint of surprise flashed in Michael's cold eyes.
He thought that with Lily's temper, she wouldn't last long before leaving.
But he didn't expect that she would actually wait outside for more than three hours.
Michael frowned slightly.
He cursed in his heart, "Serves you right, this is the Stewart family's retribution!"
But he still quickly grabbed his coat and walked out.
In the snow.
Lily couldn't hold on any longer. She was cold and hungry, her body felt weak as if it had been hollowed out.
She found a step by the roadside to sit down, curling herself up tightly, trying to warm herself in this position.
Michael hadn't come out yet, but she knew she couldn't leave.
Otherwise, no one would save Adam!
At this moment, a shiny black leather shoe appeared in her sight.
Lily looked up in surprise, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Michael's tall figure stood in front of her.
Michael held a black umbrella, his cold face showing no extra expression.
But in his eyes, he saw her helpless figure.
Lily's face was so cold that it had lost its color, her delicate nose tip looked especially red on her pale face.
Her hair was dotted with tiny snowflakes, making her look so small and innocent. That helpless look in her eyes made his heart tremble fiercely.
Then, Michael suddenly came to his senses and said, "Miss Stewart, you've waited long enough. Come with me."
After saying that, he turned and walked straight to the car. Lily quickly stood up, enduring the numbness in her knees, and followed him step by step.
Once inside the black Lincoln, Lily finally felt a wave of warmth, as if it had dispelled the severe cold from earlier.
Her lips, which had turned blue from the cold, also regained some color.
Michael asked the driver to hand her a dry towel.
Lily took it awkwardly and whispered her thanks.
Michael instructed the driver, "Take us home."
Lily was startled. Were they going to Michael's home?
She restrained her rapidly beating heart and sat quietly beside him, pondering how to ask him for help.
Although the business car was spacious enough, Lily felt extremely oppressed because of Michael's powerful presence.
Even though Michael didn't say a word, she could still feel his dominance and pressure.
Finally, the car drove into an upscale neighborhood.
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