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.

finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping

...

the funds into the specified

sink. As she looked up at the distant blue sky, she thought of her mother's

ever be able to

breath and dialed Claire's number. "Mom, I've made the payment. We can

the police station's waiting room. The atmosphere

handed the receipt to the officer in charge, who

brought out. He looked pale, and his eyes

to fall. He walked towards them, but

hurriedly came

cried, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

cursed. Her hands trembled as she stroked Drew's head. "He ruined

tightly, crying loudly. All the pressure and torment of the past days were released in

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