CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 206: SHOW SOME RESPECT

"I’m targeting her?"

Serena Jennings glared at Caleb Lockwood, noticing that Caleb slightly turned his face away.

What was Caleb feeling guilty about?

He had been speaking up for Claire for quite some time now.

"If she hadn’t hired someone to ruin my hand first, I wouldn’t have bothered to target her."

After listening to Serena’s words, Caleb put down the water cup and said calmly:

"That was Cynthia Fulton’s doing."

"Do you have evidence proving Claire didn’t participate?"

"Do you have evidence proving she did?"

The living room suddenly fell silent.

Caleb secretly gritted his teeth, feeling a burning pain in his eyes.

Because Serena was staring at him angrily.

Tonight, he came to see Serena, not for Claire.

Claire had come to him, crying, saying Serena tore up her invitation and threw her out like trash.

She claimed Serena wanted to destroy everything of hers.

Caleb knew well that Claire wouldn’t be destroyed by Serena.

As long as he was willing to intervene.

But he hesitated.

Yet, he couldn’t ignore Claire.

Because he promised her that no matter what happens, he would protect her.

Caleb believed that he would never break his word.

Especially not to his Ellie.

The anger in Serena’s eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a layer of frost.

Why was she still angry!

She had experienced Caleb’s favoritism towards Claire countless times, she should have been numb by now.

"Since President Lockwood is so concerned about Claire’s career, why not marry Claire into the Lockwood Family as the mistress of the Lockwood Group! Just letting Claire open a small jewelry design studio while being suppressed by me isn’t that a waste of talent?"

Serena casually mocked.

Indeed, she couldn’t quite understand this.

At least for now, with her overseeing The Jewelers’ Association, Claire wouldn’t gain any advantage.

The Lockwood Group’s business empire is immense, if Claire were formally married, she’d become the mistress of the Lockwood Group and her career would flourish, wouldn’t it?

"After all, didn’t you promise her long ago, that after divorcing me you’d give her a title."

Serena’s casual remark made Caleb’s expression change.

"Did Claire tell you that?"

He grabbed Serena by the hand.

Serena immediately shook off Caleb’s hand.

"Please show some respect."

Serena’s nails scratched Caleb’s fingers, causing a slight pain.

Caleb clenched his hand.

"Done talking now?"

Serena opened the door.

Caleb realized that every time he came to Serena’s place, she’d drive him out.

Cold air rushed into the room, Serena sneezed first.

Caleb walked over, closed the door, and then handed Serena a tissue.

Serena didn’t take it.

"Your snot is almost dripping into your mouth."

Seeing Caleb reaching out, as if to help her wipe her snot, Serena immediately turned her head away, instinctively taking the tissue from Caleb’s hand and blowing her nose.

"It’s too cold outside, and it’s too late. I didn’t drive here..."

Caleb’s calm voice came from behind Serena.

Serena turned her head, her eyes revealing confusion, only to hear Caleb continue:

"Can I stay at your place?"

Downstairs, the white Lexus remained idle.

Ethan White hadn’t left, sitting in the car staring intently at Serena’s building entrance.

Finally, he saw Caleb come out.

Just then, a royal blue Bentley drove by and stopped.

Ethan saw a man in a suit get out of the car and run over to Caleb, presumably Caleb’s assistant.

Only after Caleb got into that royal blue Bentley and left did Ethan breathe a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and sent Serena a "Goodnight," then drove away.

Serena had just confirmed Lana Xavier’s safe arrival home when she received Ethan’s text.

The simple "Goodnight" somehow improved her mood, which had been worsened by Caleb tonight.

Serena replied to Ethan’s text, then climbed into bed and turned off the bedside lamp.

The bedroom was pitch black, yet Serena couldn’t fall asleep immediately.

Her mind involuntarily recalled Caleb’s words before he left—

"Whether you believe it or not, tonight I came to see you... simply because I wanted to see you."

Serena turned over, forcing herself to sleep.

Maybe Caleb sincerely wanted to see her, but she truly didn’t want to see Caleb.

In the following weeks, Serena was incredibly busy, but with significant results.

Except for the Lockwood Group, all other investors withdrew from Claire’s venture.

In just over ten days, Claire’s company drastically downsized, and its assets were decreasing daily.

Serena knew well that Caleb would never abandon Claire.

Since the Lockwood Group is willing to keep such a financial burden, she was more than pleased.

Today was the Lockwood Group’s centennial celebration.

It was already past seven in the evening, and Serena was still buried in her office working on designs.

The joint product line with FY was still undecided due to a design impasse.

The successful "Piano" series had drawn inspiration from Ethan White’s car accident.

Serena hoped this time her inspiration wouldn’t stem from someone else’s misfortune, that her new design could surpass "Piano", surpass her past self.

In the Lockwood Group’s grand hall, lights flashed, and glasses clinked.

The celebration tonight had all of the Lockwood’s top and mid-level management present, including governmental figures, business elites, partners, and clients—all invited.

As the pillar of the Lockwood Family, Lance Lockwood was also there, accompanied by the beaming Arthur Lockwood.

At least in Country A, especially City A, the Lockwood Group’s status is currently unassailable.

The entire celebration atmosphere was warm and harmonious, the host was enthusiastic on stage, and all guests smiled, as if influenced by the festive mood.

However, Mr. Miller was somewhat anxious, sitting on pins and needles.

He occasionally sneaked glances at Caleb.

Caleb had been looking around ever since the celebration started, evidently searching for someone.

The more he searched, the colder Caleb’s expression became, and the more menacing his aura grew from head to toe.

Mr. Miller knew clearly who Caleb was looking for.

On such an important day as the Lockwood Group’s centennial celebration, only one shareholder was absent.

In the cultural creative park.

Serena, biting her pen, heard her phone vibrating, glanced at the caller ID.

In the Lockwood Group’s grand hall.

Caleb held his phone as a busy signal echoed in his ear.

Then it disconnected.

Caleb frowned tightly, dialed again.

It got hung up again.

Just as Serena was thinking Caleb would relentlessly call her a third time, she received Caleb’s message:

I’ve sent Mr. Miller to pick you up. If you don’t come, I’ll fire him.