Harold studied Jessica for a short moment. Seeing that she insisted, he nodded.
âAlright then. But I hope youâll contact me if there are any problems. You're the companyâs president after all. Nothing can happen to you.â
âMm.â
After putting down her signature, Jessica told the secretary to take the documents and leave with Harold. °
She truly needed a proper rest.
Lynch Corporation.
Forrest stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze locked on the never-ending stretch of traffic below.
The messy scenes from last time kept replaying in his mind. He felt agony and confusion as he recalled the memories.
He was in disbelief that he, who had always been calm and restrained, would be so extreme and crazy last night. He even acted like a lunatic and made Jessica bleed.
However, could he be blamed for it?
If Jessica did not lie to him, if she had kept her distance from other men, if she did not force him into marriage, he might not have become that way.
Nevertheless, why did he not get a wink of sleep the whole night after she left?
Just then, Forrestâs secretary entered again to see Forrest still in the same position. He did not know what was so intriguing to look at below that President Lynch had not budged for a long time and even neglected his work.
He was clueless as to what had happened to President Lynch. As soon as President Lynch arrived in the morning, he could feel that something was off. President Lynch, who was usually neat and particular, wore a crumpled suit to the company and did not shave. His eyes were bloodshot.
Could it be related to the car accident last night? The secretary recalled President Lynch telling him to take down videos regarding the accident involving a Bentley female driver.
âPresident Lynch, Attorney Cave is here,â the secretary reminded.
Only then did Forrest move. When Forrest looked back, a hint of astonishment flashed across Christianâs eyes as he stood behind the secretary. âWell, Forrest, I received a call this morning...â âYou can leave,â Forrest said to the secretary. After the secretary left, Christian closed the door. âWhat happened to you? Did you not get any sleep last night?â
âWhat were you going to say just now?â Forrest asked.
âThe perpetrator of the car accident contacted me about the accident involving a woman driving a Bentley last night. He said you left your business card and handed over the matter to me.â Christian said teasingly, âIâve known you for a long time. The only person whom youâ ll handle an accident for is Freya, but I recall she doesnât drive a Bentley.â
â..Howâs the case being handled now?â Forrest did not reply to Christianâs question.
âI donât know a thing about the owner of the car. Iâm not even sure whether the owner has insurance.â
Christian shrugged. âIt depends on how much the repair of the Bentley costs and the company the insurance is under.â