She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 678:

With resentment simmering under the surface, Lawrence gripped the paper tightly, his gaze fixed on it for what felt like an eternity. “Can’t we shave off a little more?” he asked again, though the hope in his voice was fading.noveldrama

“Three seconds,” Jacob replied coolly.

Lawrence had no words. He hadn’t felt this tangled up in conflicting emotions in a long time.

With heavy reluctance, he signed his name, his mind already set on reclaiming every cent from Kristian.

He handed the paper over and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll stick to my end of the deal.”

Jacob gave the page a quick glance and replied with a cutting, “I don’t trust you.”

Lawrence was left speechless once more.

Damn it. They really couldn’t see eye to eye.

“The person you need to save is inside,” Lawrence said, regaining his focus. “The situation’s urgent. Follow me.”

“Hold on,” Jacob replied, his tone utterly unbothered. Lawrence frowned.

Now what?

Without offering an explanation, Jacob waved the document toward the exit.

Lawrence followed his line of sight, curious to see who could possibly warrant that kind of attention, and spotted Freya stepping out from the driver’s seat, her expression unreadable.

“Freya?” Lawrence turned to Jacob, eyebrows raised. “Why’d you bring her?”

Jacob didn’t so much as blink, his silence laden with indifference.

Freya gave the paper in his hand a quick glance, then looked at Lawrence’s now-controlled expression. “He signed it?”

“Yes,” Jacob replied, passing her the document. “Keep it safe.”

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Freya accepted it, gave it a cursory inspection, then tucked it away. The whole exchange left Lawrence scratching his head. He looked back at Jacob and asked, “Are you two a thing now?”

Jacob didn’t answer.

He simply walked inside, cutting to the point. “Where is the patient?”

“Are you and Freya in love?” Lawrence asked again.

Jacob’s tone remained detached, his demeanor businesslike. “Am I treating the person or not?”

That shut Lawrence up.

He swallowed hard, glancing between Jacob and Freya before finally saying, “This way.”

Jacob disinfected his hands and changed into surgical gear.

Lawrence led him into the operating room.

The door slid shut behind them, sealing them off completely.

Freya tucked the contract away and sat quietly in the corridor, waiting. She didn’t bother asking Lawrence how Kristian was doing. If things weren’t dire, he wouldn’t have forked over that kind of money just to bring Jacob here.

Only someone on the brink would warrant Jacob’s involvement.

While she waited, Lawrence came over and sat beside her.

Neither of them said a word.

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