Connor caught a glimpse of the cleaner cleaning up the coffee table as he passed through the reception area. There, on the table, was a lunchbox just like his own, and his gaze instantly turned icy. "Throw it away."

"Throw away what?" The cleaner was confused and looked up at him blankly.

Connor pointed at the lunchbox on the table, his tone impatient, "The lunchbox."

The cleaner paused for a moment. "Understood." She immediately tossed the lunchbox into the trash bag.

Connor stood at the doorway, with his hands in his pockets. His face was stern, and his dark eyes were complex with emotion.

He pondered silently. Why did she give her lunch to that woman...

Seeing Connor's displeased expression, the cleaner grew nervous, and her movements hastened. She carefully wiped down the coffee table, fearing to further upset the imposing boss.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead as she thought to herself, "Oh my, the big boss is watching me clean... does he have nothing better to do?"

"Mr. Connor, all the meeting participants have arrived," Alan approached and informed him.

Connor acknowledged and turned to leave.

sigh of relief, wiping

...

into the

looked up at the distant blue sky, she thought of

be able to

number. "Mom, I've made

in the police station's waiting room. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone was

in charge, who after verifying it, signed the

out. He looked pale,

saw his family waiting, his tears involuntarily began to fall. He walked towards them, but suddenly his legs gave way, and

came to his

his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have

damn York!" Melinda cursed. Her hands trembled as she stroked Drew's head. "He

mother tightly, crying loudly. All the pressure and torment of

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