CHAPTER 200: PLANS ON BRINGING DOWN SAMANTHA

"You know, from the way she showed no mercy to Sarah’s family, I could tell.

We’ve been brothers for so long, do you think I don’t know your character?

Even if you two slept together, you wouldn’t touch her."

Upon hearing Lucas’s words, Drake punched him on the shoulder, a glimmer in his eyes.

Yet he still furrowed his brows coldly and said, "I told you back then that the child wasn’t mine, why didn’t you believe me?"

Lucas had a knowing expression and snorted, "I wanted to see what her family was up to!

Now Samantha has joined your company and has secured the position of Chief Financial Officer.

What you should worry about now is this; seize the real power as soon as possible.

Your parents were deceived by her, but you need to stay clear-headed."

Drake nodded lightly, "I will thoroughly investigate her and that man’s affair.

Once I gather proof and publicize it, her position as CFO won’t be stable."

"I’ll secretly have someone investigate that man’s background.

He seems to be up to no good.

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

Once this is finished, how do you plan to thank me?"

After Lucas finished speaking, he folded his arms and looked at him with a mocking smile.

Drake seriously thought for two seconds, raising his eyebrows, "Then I’ll give you a few percentage points of Drake Corporation’s shares."

Lucas scoffed, "Why would I need your shares?

Do I need your small amount money?

When it’s all settled, you should use a lifetime to treat Sarah well, never letting her down again.

Even if she never loves you again in this lifetime, you have to do everything for her without regret."

Drake couldn’t help but show a bitter smile, letting out a long sigh, "I’d love to spend a lifetime treating her well, but I guess she won’t give me that chance anymore.

I didn’t kill Boris, but Boris died because of me—you’re aware of Sarah’s personality."

"Then leave her, never re-enter her world.

No matter who she ends up with, don’t interfere."

Lucas finished speaking, lifted his gaze, and exchanged a glance with Drake, his face devoid of any expression.

"Are you talking about that Ryan? How are they doing now?"

"Apparently, Ryan has already confessed to Sarah, hoping she’ll be with him.

Sarah said so herself." Lucas answered truthfully, and it was clear Drake eyes darkened inch by inch until a helpless smile remained.

He was the last person who had the right to be concerned about her now! ...

When Hannah came to see Beauty, she was busy designing her work with her head down.

Seeing Beauty’s serious and focused demeanor, she couldn’t help but sigh, "Beauty, aren’t you unwell?

Why are you still so busy?"

Beauty looked up with a gentle smile, casually poured a cup of hot tea for her dear friend, and then lowered her head to continue working.

The pencil made a soft scratching sound on the white paper, and her black eyes were as warm and dulcet as jade.

Hannah frowned slightly and looked at her, speaking clearly, "Beauty, have you been drawing all day again?

If you continue like this, your health will keep deteriorating.

If you don’t take a break, when Mr. Lucas gets back, I might have to tell him."

Beauty chuckled brightly, "Even if you don’t tell him, he can guess and notice it himself, so you needn’t worry about it, Hannah!"

Hannah was taken aback, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

Just mentioning Lucas used to scare Beauty half to death, and now, in such a short time, she seemed completely unfazed!

That man was the most prominent figure in Cardiff City, feared by everyone.

Could it be that her good friend had been muddled by a fever?

Hannah raised her hand to feel Beauty’s smooth forehead, pushing aside her bangs, and let her hand linger there for a few seconds.

With her brow furrowed slightly, she questioned, "You don’t seem to have a fever anymore!

Beauty, did yesterday’s fever fry your brain?"

Beauty smiled good-natured and gently poked her temple with her hand.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "You silly girl, it’s your brain that’s fried!

I’m perfectly clear-headed and still able to draw designs!"

Hannah examined her in astonishment, her pink lips trembling slightly.

After a long silence, she regarded Beauty with suspicion and said, "I remember you used to be really scared of your Uncle Marson!"

Beauty, gave a serene smile, put down the pencil in her hand, stood up, stretched her arms, and wrapped them around Hannah.

She laughed, "I used to be quite afraid of him.

Whenever he frowned, my heart would start racing like I was having a heart attack."

"And how about now?

Are you not afraid of him anymore?"

Hannah looked at her best friend with admiration, eyes sparkling with excitement, making Beauty feel a delightful sense of pride.

Clearing her throat, she quietly said, "I was afraid of him before because I respected him and he had done me a favor.

But now... Well, he was the one who was in the wrong first.

I’m generous enough not to bother with his little flings.

Of course, he has to make it up to me, right?"

Seeing Beauty sitting up straight with a look of pride, Hannah couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up.

"Beauty, I really admire you.

You even managed to handle President Marson.

Is he now under the thumb of his wife?"

Seeing her best friend full of gossip, Beauty awkwardly cleared her throat.

She chuckled lightly, "How could the prestigious number one young Sir of New York be under his wife’s thumb?

I still have to give him some faces."

Suddenly, the door opened, startling Beauty. Lucas, dressed in formal attire, leaned against the doorway, his hawk-like eyes slightly narrowed, looking at Beauty with a gaze that seemed to look down on the world, making her legs go weak.

She had just been boasting in front of her good friend, not expecting Lucas to come back so early today.

Straightening her spine, she slowly began, "Lucas... Lucas, when did you come back?

I didn’t even know!"

Lucas gave a wicked smile, not exposing her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.

"I just arrived.

I heard your talk with your friend outside, so I eavesdropped for a while."

If he hadn’t come in, this impudent woman would have eventually described him as a submissive husband in front of her friend.

If that kind of talk spread, how could he still hold his ground in New York?

Beauty wished she could just bash her head against the wall in embarrassment, her face flushed awkwardly.

She looked at Lucas: "Um... did you hear everything I said earlier?"

"Which part are you referring to?

Was it about me being afraid of my wife or about me being a flirt?"

Uh... Beauty broke into a cold sweat, her expression awkward and at a loss for words.

Lucas took a step forward with his long legs, looking down at her from above, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"What’s wrong?

Weren’t you eloquent just now?

Why can’t you speak now?"