CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 347: ENTRUSTMENT

"What, can’t you take care of yourself? Or are you planning to abandon Sienna again?" Felix Orwell’s expression wasn’t pleasant because he had already learned from Sienna that she had chosen the latter.

But now that Sienna had chosen Landon Lawson, why would she still choose to give up this man who doesn’t know how good he has it, and what kind of trouble does she want to stir up?

Landon Lawson shook his head with a wry smile. If it weren’t for being forced, why would he want another man to take care of his woman and child?

Once again, as he lifted the massage tool, his demeanor was unusually calm, showing no sign of the turmoil within.

"I’m not abandoning her, I’m doing this for her good." Landon Lawson spoke up.

Felix Orwell’s face was full of sarcasm, and his naturally seductive eyes were filled with mockery.

"For her good? Do you know what she wants? You claim you’re doing this for her good, it’s truly shameless boasting."

"Felix Orwell, I came to you today to discuss something, not to listen to your sarcastic remarks." Landon Lawson also had a temper. In this city, there were few who dared to speak to him this way.

Others might fear Landon Lawson, but that didn’t mean Felix Orwell would.

"Discuss something, I’m busy."

Felix Orwell spoke bluntly, but Landon Lawson wasn’t angry. If he were truly that soft, he wouldn’t entrust Sienna and the child to Felix Orwell. Ultimately, it was because he trusted Felix wholeheartedly, both in terms of sincerity and capability.

"I wish to entrust them to you. I hope you can help me take good care of her and the child. I’ve already booked a flight for next month. I hope you can leave with the two of them."

Landon Lawson finally expressed what he wanted to say, his entire spirit seeming to relax as if he finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

Although Landon Lawson felt relieved, Felix Orwell frowned.

Even though Felix Orwell was nonchalant, his agile mind was sharper than anyone’s, even Martin Kerr’s. "What happened? Originally, I thought you and Sienna had reconciled and could be together well. But why exactly would you back down when you would sacrifice your life for her?"

Felix Orwell had long pondered this issue, but he couldn’t understand why he would treat the woman he painstakingly won back this way. This wasn’t Landon Lawson’s usual style.

Felix Orwell always had his doubts, but he never voiced them. Now that Landon came to him today, naturally, he had to ask clearly. The woman he liked for many years, why not get a clear understanding of things?

"Because I need to ensure their safety. I trust you, and only leaving is safe." Landon Lawson’s voice was somewhat sombre.

Felix Orwell’s eyes grew deeper, his thin lips pressed into a line. "You must be in trouble."

An unusually steady tone that revealed nothing of his thoughts.

"We’ve all fallen into a trap, even including me and the Kerr Family. Right now, it’s difficult to protect ourselves. You must have heard about Miles Grant’s death."

"Does Miles Grant’s death... also have a reason?" Felix Orwell furrowed his eyebrows. He initially thought Miles Grant had simply met his end due to his misdeeds, a case of reaping what you sow. But hearing Landon Lawson say this, was there something more to it?

"I don’t know!"

"Don’t know? Even you, Landon Lawson, don’t know? This is your turf." Felix Orwell’s brows furrowed completely. If even Landon Lawson couldn’t figure it out, who on earth was the opposing force?

Felix Orwell dared not think, nor could he afford to.

This wasn’t his territory. Since Landon Lawson was powerless, Felix Orwell couldn’t do anything either, for his influence was entirely rooted in France.

"So... I can only entrust them to you. Besides you, I trust no one else."

Landon Lawson’s eyes held a hint of iciness.

If anyone dared to harm his wife and son, even if it meant sacrificing the entire Lawson Family, Landon Lawson wouldn’t hesitate.

Felix Orwell nodded with furrowed brows, realizing the situation was more difficult than it seemed.

"Alright, you can rest assured."

A man’s trust and promise must be fulfilled, whether for Landon Lawson or for himself. Ultimately, it was for Sienna Quinn.

With Felix Orwell’s assurance, Landon Lawson finally felt at ease.

"But Sienna knows nothing about this right now, so you absolutely must not tell her the real reason. It’s best to trick her into going to France, or if she finds out, she definitely won’t leave."

"Alright, I’ll make sure of it."

With Felix Orwell’s commitment, Landon Lawson was truly relieved, understanding that some matters must be faced by himself.

Landon Lawson stood up, his profound gaze instilling fear in others.

Looking at the man before him, Felix Orwell first felt that perhaps Sienna’s choice wasn’t wrong. This man was truly remarkable.

Both in ability and in sincerity.

Landon Lawson turned his head, looking seriously at Felix Orwell.

"I will deliberately distance myself from Sienna. If possible, I hope you can give her a good future and a stable life." His voice was ethereal, this decision weighing heavily on his heart.

"Sienna is not someone who can be easily swayed. Whether she’ll agree, I’m not sure."

"She’s always been a stubborn person." Landon Lawson chuckled softly. Her stubbornness, how could he not know? However, this time he couldn’t help her plan and seek revenge. Her parents’ death, he was also powerless.

He hopes in the future, with her own abilities and Felix Orwell’s presence, she can bring these matters to a satisfactory conclusion.

After parting with Felix Orwell, Landon Lawson returned home, uncertain how long this sense of peace would last. It could perhaps diminish soon or never return.

However, not everyone was as calm as Landon Lawson at this moment.

"Beep beep beep!"

After a series of busy tones, the other party finally answered after a while: "Martin, why are you calling suddenly?" The old man’s voice was somewhat ethereal.

Martin Kerr was anxiously pacing around.

"My dear father, how can you be so calm? Aren’t you worried?" Martin Kerr was genuinely impressed by both his father and Landon Lawson. These two could remain so composed, how he wished he had such a good temperament.

At least it would allow him to eat, drink, and sleep soundly.

But unfortunately, he wasn’t able to eat or sleep well, while the two of them were doing just fine.

"You scoundrel, I’m at this age and still you want me to worry with you? Are those the words of a son? Do you want to anger your old father to death?"

"Given the current situation, can’t I even speak?" Martin Kerr huffed, his chest heaving with emotion.