Slap！
A slap cut through the air with a sharp sound.
The office fell silent as a grave.
Rachel clutched her face, collapsing to the ground, staring at Lawrence in disbelief.
She had never imagined he would hit her.
Lawrence grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth harshly, then rinsed it with water.
Seeing him humiliate her like this, Rachel's face contorted with shame, her heart filled with bitterness.
This man was truly heartless!
"Get out!"
Lawrence didn't even glance at the pitiful woman on the ground; looking at her for another second disgusted him.
His face was stern and cold, an intimidating aura radiating around him.
Rachel, filled with fear and shame, quickly scrambled to her feet, covered her face, and ran out.
At the doorway, she bumped into Finnegan, who caught her and, seeing her tear-streaked face, felt a pang of sympathy.
"Rachel, you..."
Rachel had already run off.
Finnegan took a look at her retreating figure, then glanced inside, noticing Lawrence's furious expression. Though nervous, he gathered his courage and went in.
"Still here? Have you no dignity? So shameless?"
Lawrence's disgust was palpable; he felt he should brush his teeth, overwhelmed with anger.
If Susie knew about this, she would surely hate him!
He was forced to act; he didn't hit women unless they crossed his limits.
Finnegan, intimidated, tentatively reminded him, "Boss, the representative from the partner company is waiting in the conference room."
Lawrence quickly composed himself, buttoned his suit jacket, and strode towards the conference room.
Finnegan hesitated, then hurried to follow.
Given Lawrence's foul mood, the negotiation was bound to be brutal. The other party would be at a complete disadvantage.
As tension filled the conference room, a secretary appeared at the door with an envelope, seeking permission to enter.
Recognizing the importance of the message, Finnegan signaled her in. She handed the envelope to Finnegan and quickly exited.
Seeing the contents, Finnegan's expression shifted.
"What is it?" Lawrence, noticing his change in demeanor, asked in a deep voice.
"Boss, you should see this for yourself."
Finnegan quickly handed it over. Lawrence took the envelope, noticing the logo, his eyes narrowed.
Puzzled as to why he received a direct legal notice, Lawrence opened it.
The contents instantly darkened his expression to the color of iron.
A powerful oppressive aura filled the room; no one dared to breathe loudly.
The representatives from the other company had no idea what had happened. Even Finnegan's team didn't know what caused Lawrence's terrifying expression. They tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible.
Slap！
Lawrence slammed the document onto the table, his chest heaving with anger.
Finnegan had never seen him this furious. He sneaked a glance at the legal notice, and what he saw made him too scared to look further.
Lawrence was livid.
Out of nowhere, Susie was filing for divorce again?
And she had sent him a legal notice—was she trying to drive him insane?
Had he spoiled her too much?
She had the audacity to send him such a thing.
"Rip"……
The screech of a chair dragging across the floor pierced the silence. Lawrence stood up and gave Finnegan an order.
"You take over from here!"
With that, ignoring the shocked expression of the partner company's representative, Lawrence turned and strode out.
He needed to find out what Susie was up to.
Lawrence was in the worst mood imaginable.
But before heading out, he remembered to stop by the break room to brush his teeth thoroughly, then he hurried to the hospital.
