Chapter 392: Silence
Lucien massaged his tired eyes, easing into his chair with a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had identified the issue before it could spiral out of control. As he gazed at the meticulously revised proposal, a deep sigh escaped him. The magnitude of recalculations he had undertaken was truly staggering.
As he closed his eyes, the ringing of his phone broke the silence. He wanted to ignore it but couldn’t. With a sigh, he checked the number and answered the call,"Lucien Frost."
"Mr Frost. The cake and champagne you’d ordered for tonight are ready. Where would you like them delivered?"
"Cancel the order." Lucien answered coldly.
The person on the other end paused before carefully reminding the man," Sir, the order is prepaid and non-refundable...It’s a beautiful arrangement, and we wouldn’t want it to go to waste..."
Lucien, unfazed, responded tersely, "Dispose of it. It’s of no use now."
The person hesitated, perhaps surprised by Lucien’s abrupt decision. "But sir, it’s a specially crafted—"
"I don’t care. Cancel the delivery, and if it’s already prepared, discard it. The person it was meant for is not coming anymore. Its of no use to me. Now, I have more pressing matters to attend to," Lucien interrupted, the impatience in his voice evident. Without waiting for further arguments, he decisively disconnected the call. Lucien leaned back in his chair, and almost hurled the phone in his hand across the room.
However, he calmed himself at the last moment and inhaled slowly. As if on automation, his thumb slid to the notification centre of his phone and he read the message there with a sigh before ignoring the message. The chat now had more than a hundred unread messages and he had no intention on reading them or replying to any of them.
Despite this, he couldn’t ignore the final message that he’d read. She’d messaged him that she would be reaching here at eleven p.m. He looked at the time and realized that there was less than an hour... Snapping his laptop shut, he stood up and grabbed his jacket. He needed to go to the airport.
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Evangeline stood still as she watched people passing by and the worry in her stomach seemed to intensify. She’d been having a sense of foreboding before even coming here and now, standing in this place alone, she was even more worried. She’d refused to allow any guards to come with her and insisted that she would be fine with Lucien since he would definitely come to get her.