Chapter 1185
Hearing Desmond’s words, a smile finally returned to Lucas‘ face.
That wasn’t surprising since this was his Rora.
At first, he was curious about what method Aurora had used to convince the old man.
But then he reminded himself–this was Aurora.
With her, nothing should come as a surprise. She always had a way of giving him something unexpected.
“That’s fine,” Lucas said at last, his tone suddenly flat.
Desmond blinked, confused.
Why did Lucas‘ joy vanish so quickly?
Just moments ago, when he reported that Aurora had secured the house, Lucas seemed genuinely pleased. But now, it was gone.
Was a man’s heart really as unfathomable as the sea?
Especially his boss–one wrong step and he might as well be shipped off to a mine in the Southwest.
The worst part was, he never had any idea what Luas was really thinking.
“Mr. Carter… did I say something wrong?” Desmond finally asked cautiously.
Lucas lifted his gaze, fixing him with a sharp stare. “What do you think?”
Desmond shrank back, unable to make sense of it. His boss‘ thoughts were like shifting weather–sunny
one moment, stormy the next.
“Mr. Carter, maybe you’d better just tell me plainly.”
At this point, Desmond was ready to cry.
Work was exhausting enough without having to guess at his boss’s moods every day.
Damn these ruthless capitalists.
Lucas was too cruel!
Lucas looked at Desmond’s expression and felt an inexplicable wave of irritation.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, “Go. There’s nothing else.”
Desmond fled as if granted amnesty, slipping out so fast his feet nearly stumbled, not daring to linger
another second.
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Lucas said nothing more. His dark eyes fell back on the silent phone, his mood sinking even deeper.
What on earth was that woman doing? So much time had passed, and still not a single message. Whether she’d found the house or not, she couldn’t even bother to tell him?
Instead, he had to hear about it from someone else before he knew whether she’d secured the studio.
The thought left him feeling even more defeated.
So, in Aurora’s heart, was he really nothing more than dispensable?
Then what had all their words meant before? Weren’t they husband and wife, supposed to share both
honor and hardship?
Yet in her eyes, was he truly nothing at all?
Lucas drew a deep breath and buried himself in work, forcing his focus away from the phone.
Walton Corporation.
Grace sat with her glasses on, reading the documents spread across her desk, while Jason reported on the company’s latest situation.
“Madam Grace, the stock price has been falling again and again,” Jason said, faltering mid–sentence,
unsure how to continue.
His voice grew hesitant.
Grace pressed her fingers to her temple, fatigue creeping into her tone. “Go on. Why stop?”
“Yes.” Jason swallowed and forced himself to continue. “Especially regarding the land deal in the south of the city. Their representative, Daniel Lewis, suddenly decided not to work with us.”
Grace’s eyes widened. “Is that true?”
“It’s the truth, Madam Grace,” Jason said quickly, gulping under the weight of her authority.
“I’ve no reason to lie. Since Miss Aurora left the company, many projects have quietly distanced themselves from us. And it just so happens that all of those projects were the ones she personally
handled.”
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