Chapter 892
The butler dragged Lawrence away.
Hearing Lawrence''s words, he smiled coldly and reprimanded him, saying, "Even you can get deceived? You deceived your wife,
how wretched! She left at such a young age, and now you''ve been deceived. You deserve it!"
Lawrence was pushed to the side, and he frowned. "Butler, | know now that | was wrong. | came to apologize. You can''t do this
tome."
"Hmph!" The butler sneered. "Do you think we have to forgive you just because you admitted to your mistakes? Who said that?"
Lawrence hesitated for a while. Now, this was a real question.
Hearing the butler''s words, William was very satisfied and got into the car.
The butler huffed once and left.
Lawrence watched William''s car leave in a daze, and then looked at the Jones Estate. His own son, Heinz, refused to see him,
which sparked his intense annoyance.
However, there was nothing he could do at this time. He could only take out his phone to call Heinz, but the moment the phone
rang, it was declined. Heinz did not pick up.
Lawrence bitterly returned to the car. He picked up the phone to call his people, and said, "Help me look into what Grace is
doing.”
The person on the other end of the line said, "Miss Smith hasn''t left home, but today, Young Master Lowell and the two young
masters of the Jones family have gone to school."
Lawrence was very surprised and asked, "You said Lowell has gone to school?"
"Yes, sir."
Lawrence stayed silent for a while before he said, "Tell me the address."
"Okay, I''ll send it to your phone right away."
Lawrence hung up the phone, then rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He tried to call Heinz again, but no one answered.
There was no other way, so he started driving to look for Timothy.
Timothy''spany was not far from the Jones Estate; it was a kilometer''s distance away. He drove there and went straight to
look for Timothy.
When the front desk called Timothy, he was in a meeting. When he heard about what was going on, he frowned and finished up
the meeting as fast as he could before informing the front desk to let Lawrence upstairs.
Meanwhile, in Timothy''s presidential office.
As soon as Lawrence entered, he saw that the whole office was full of luxury, which was incredibly stylish.
As a middle-aged man, he could tell at a nce that Timothy''s office was made of only the best materials, yet it had a very low-
key kind of style. In short, it had a homely kind of impression.
He frowned and looked at Timothy who was sitting behind the executive desk. He hadn''t slept that night either. Lawrence was
very embarrassed, but Timothy seemed to be in high spirits.
This made Lawrence a little annoyed. He walked straight over, pulled out the chair opposite Timothy, and sat down, saying, "I
want to see Candace. | know she''s not at your ce.”
Timothy raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Since you know that she isn''t at my ce, why are you looking for me?"
“Because you can speak for me," Lawrence said in a low voice. "I''ll be frank now. | don''t have any hope in anything other than
the fact that you can help me see her."
"Why are you so sure that I''ll help you?” Timothy chuckled. "I don''t have any obligation to do so."
“We''re both men," Lawrence said in a cold voice. "And we''ve both been with Candace before. | think you can understand this
feeling.”
Timothy squinted his eyes and looked at him. He leaned back in the executive chair. He looked at Lawrence and said with a
chuckle, "You''re trying to move me with this reasoning, but don''t forget that the person who was hurt by the news is my
daughter.”
“Your daughter?" Lawrence sneered. "Why are you so confident, although the results aren''t out yet? What if she''s not your
daughter?"
"The blood type is the evidence," Timothy said calmly. "What you said is nothing more than jealousy of me. Grace is my
daughter.”
"Hmph," Lawrence sneered, and said in a low voice with a kind of psychotic jealousy, "There''s still a chance."
“Even so, she''s still my daughter." Timothy''s tone was full of certainty. "You hurt my daughter, yet want me to help you meet
Candace. You''re still not candid enough. Do you think | will help you?"
Lawrence was silent for a moment and didn''t say anything for a long time.
Timothy quietly stared at him. It seemed that refusing to let him see Candace had already made him go crazy.
The reason Lawrence coulde here and ask him for help was probably that he had gone through every option there was, and
he had no other choice.
Timothy smiled softly. A trace of self-confidence shed across his eyes.
As long as Lawrence went mad, as long as he had no choice, everything would be easy to deal with.
Once he had gone mad, Timothy could take a risk. Why not do something? Why notpromise and make a deal?
"Tell me, was that news your doing?" Timothy asked bluntly.
Lawrence pursed her lips and continued, "No!"
"Think carefully. If you don''t talk, and you get found out, you will have no chance at all."
Lawrence said nothing, as if he had never heard about this before.
"With one piece of news, you lost
your son, grandson, and even your
youngest son. You evenconpretely
decir dalighter. Now that
you''ve lost Candace, you have
nothing," Timothy pointed out
Lawrence''s current predicament.
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Only then did Lawrence realize what a sorry state he was in.
He had nothing left.
“As far as | know, you have a lot of debt now. You came back this time not just to send your son over, but also to ask Heinz to
help you pay off your debts, right?" Timothy''s tone did not waver.
He looked at Lawrence, his eyes calm, and yet he somehow managed to make him tremble.
Lawrence was so stunned that he met Timothy''s gaze.
Timothy sat in the executive chair. In the dim light and shadows, his face was angr and full of confidence.
Compared to that, Lawrence was embarrassed.
He smiled bitterly and said coldly, "I don''t know. | really don''t know about the news."
Hearing this, Timothy leaned forward,
then ced his arm on the executive
table. He looked at Lawrence, who
was in front of him. "Fine, let me
it another way, Every yin werSrt
respoosibltor the news, you should
know who is. What''s the rtionship
between them? | heard Candace
admit to it. As far as | know, she is ill,
and she can''t scheme something this
big, neither does she have the ability
to lead this situation. There must be
an expert behind the scenes, and the
only person she can rely on is you."
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"| do know Henry," Lawrence said. "He''s a friend of mine from Alsburg, a local. He has a close rtionship with my son''s ex-wife,
Jodie."
Timothy frowned and said unpleasantly, "Your son''s ex-wife?"
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When Lawrence heard his tone, he
rolled his eyes, and a sharp light
shed acros penn Besar O
moaninghany, "Timothy, you see, no
matter how good your daughter is,
she still married my divorcee son."
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