Begging For A Reconciliation
Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Leah lunged forward and snatched away the envelope that Han had ripped. Fortunately, it had onlybeen torn in two. Biting her lip hard, she glared at Han in fury. " What do you think you’re doing?"

"I’ve already told you before, things like this are useless to me." Han stared at her coldly. " Since you’vegiven them to me, it’s my business how I want to dispose of them."

Leah took a deep breath, gritting her teeth. Unable to suppress her rage, she snapped. " Han Howard,there’s definitely something wrong with you! How can you treat someone's painstaking labor of love solightly?"

Han looked slightly taken aback at her tirade. However, he regained his cold indifference and retorted."You’re acting like a shrew, you know."

"Me? A shrew?" Leah gestured to herself in indignation.

Han finally ran out of patience. Arching a brow slightly, he said. "The company has already terminatedyour employment: you’re not welcome in the Howard Group any longer. Please leave now." His attitudeand tone of voice toward Leah was exactly like how he would treat a stranger. Yet, half a month ago, hehad shown her his tine feelings, even telling her that he was willing to make it up to her.

Leah suddenly felt discouraged. Yes. Han had clearly forgotten everything in the past. Only sheremembered his promises: he could simply forget all about them now.

"I see. Very well." Leah made herself calm down. Carefully, she put the tom envelope back into the boxand turned to leave.

"Wait." Han’s voice stopped her.

Leah’s brow furrowed. Turning, she asked, " What now?"

Han lifted his chin and indicated the ground with a dismissive glance. " Take your trash with you."

A few stray shreds of paper lay on the ground from when Han had tom up the letter. On the pristinewhite marble tiles, they looked incongruous.

Leah's expression became several degrees darker. Trash? This man could actually say that a heart-felt, hand-written letter was hash? She drew a deep breath and eyed Han. "Very well." With that, shewalked over to where he was standing, bent down, and picked up the pieces of paper by his foot.

Han watched her. and a perplexed look flickered in his eyes. However, it was only for a very briefmoment. His expression became cold and distant once more, and he walked away from her. He did notlook at her again.

Leah retrieved the shreds of paper and tossed them into the trash can. Just as she was about to leave,she noticed the derisive looks of the ghls from the reception desk.

"I guess she actually thought she'd get special treatment from Mr. Howard! Now that he's gotten backtogether with Ms. Lamere. though, she's really indulging in some wishful thinking."

"Yeah. Mr. Howard might have lost his memory, but he's still in love with Ms. Lamere. It's a veryadmirable thing. It's not something any Tom, Dick, or Hany can have."

"Tsk tsk. How pitiful."

Leah walked past them, her face expressionless. Abruptly, she stopped and turned around,commenting blandly, "Since you have so much time to wag your tongues around here, you might bebetter off thinking about your own situations instead. Even if I leave the Howard Group, I'll still be paid

200 million in damages. I'm certainly better off than Ms. Lamere. Are any of you in a position to pityme?" She gazed at them coldly.

The girls' expressions immediately turned pale, and they shut up at once. They had not forgottenMolly's furious expression as if she had been forced to swallow a bitter pill the day that Leah hadwanted to claim that 200 million. Nor had they forgotten the huge tantrum and scene that Molly hadthrown in the office.

They realized that Leah was not someone they could afford to antagonize.

Leah headed out of the office and found that Ron was still waiting for her outside. However, he wasnow seated in the car. When he saw her exiting, he gallantly got out and opened the door for her.

Something suddenly occurred to Leah when she got into the car. "That's right, Ron. Are you aware thatMis. Sanders's birthday celebration is next week?"

Ron's smiling expression faltered for a second. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he lit a cigarette,leaning back against the car seat and taking two long drags. "Of course I am," he replied, grinning.

"You..." Leah began, then stopped.

Ron chuckled, and there was something roguish in his smile. He finished his cigarette, then stubbed itout in the ashtray before replying lazily, "Oh. don't worry. I'll definitely prepare a big gift for her." Hefastened liis seat belt, then stalled the car and drove off.

A black Bentley drove out from behind them. In the passenger's seat. Han stared in the direction thatLeah and Ron had taken, and his expression was as dark as a thundercloud.

At the Lamere residence. Molly was hanging onto Jackson's aim and saying coquettishly. "Daddy,tonight Han's coming over to have dinner with us. Please, do ask the kitchen staff to prepare several of

his favorite dishes."

"Silly girl, as if we didn't know that your precious Han is coming over? I've already asked them toprepare everything," Mi s. Lamere said, coming over to them and gazing fondly at her daughter.

Jackson put down the newspaper he was reading and straightened Molly's slouched position.Chuckling, he replied. "You're already a mother, and you're still so undignified. Sit down. I want to askyou something."

" What about?" Molly seated herself on the couch with some modicum of decorum.

Jackson took off his glasses and nibbed liis forehead. "That business about Charlotte's myeloma: haveyou sorted it out yet?"

Molly's face froze, and her expression looked as if she found the topic distastefill. After a moment, shegave a forced smile and answered, "Yes, I've sorted it all out. Don't worry. Daddy. I followed what youtold me to do."

"Good. Understand this: you might not be able to hang onto Han. but your child has to be protected atall costs. Even if Han doesn't many you now, the position as mistress of the Howard household will fallto you eventually," Jackson said in an extremely serious maimer.

Mis. Lamere wrinkled her forehead with anxiety and asked Molly, "If Han replaces out about this, what willhappen then?"

"He's lost liis memory now, so he can't remember anything at all. Even if it does occur to him, he’ll thinkit’s all for Charlotte's benefit. What can he do?" Jackson glanced up at his wife with displeasure, liisgaze calculating.

Molly shot a glance at the clock and said hastily," Mom. Daddy. Han is going to be here soon. Later on.remember to talk about the two of us and how we were in the past. Don’t mention that b*tch Leah..."

"Alright." Mi's. Lamere looked resigned.

Not long after that, Molly heard the sound of a car pulling up at the Lamere residence. Beaming fromear to ear, she got up and hurried out, just in time to see Han getting down from the car. His expressionwas rather distant and cool, and he looked around, weighing up his surroundings.

"Han!" Molly ran over to meet him and caught hold of his wrist. "How is it? Don’t you replace this place veryfamiliar?"

Han’s gaze traveled past Molly and alighted on Jackson, who was standing behind her. For whateverreason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of disgust and loathing.