See You Again Never Mr. Lawson Novels & Stories

“What did you…” Chris met with Lawson’s terrifying and grimacing gaze. He had known Lawson for many years. Even so, Chris had never seen such a scary look on Lawson’s face. “Are you the executive of Lilyrose Commerce Guild?” Kaze asked indifferently. Lawson turned around stiffly and hunched over with an ingratiating smile while the crowd stared in shock and confusion. “That’s right, Mr. Lee. I am Law—” “Enough. I have no interest in your name.”

Alina—still hugging Emma while crying—suddenly raised her head. Her eyes moved toward the door. And for the first time, she saw Adrian standing there. Her expression was confused for a moment—trying to remember. That face was familiar but... "Mr. Lawson?" she whispered in an uncertain voice. Adrian stepped forward slowly—out of the shadow into the light. "Yes," he answered in a gentle voice. "I'm Adrian Lawson. The attorney handling your case." He stopped at the foot of the bed—not too close, giving Alina space.

What were you pretending? "Did you think I paid for Buck Branson?" Chelsea glanced at Russell, "Otherwise, why did you come to watch this trial, Mr. Murillo? When you were chatting with Mr.Branson, you should at least avoid others. You should try to be more convincing. You can't just refuse to admit it because you lost the lawsuit."

“Oh my God Millie, I am sure the whole apartment heard you moan. Like girl, you never even moaned like that whenever we were doing it.” ##########

How do I make Winter see? When I reach my room and open the door, I notice immediately that the bathroom door isn't fully closed. And I can hear Olivia's voice...low, careful. She's on the phone. I move closer, my wet feet silent on the carpet, something prickling at the back of my neck. "Did you confirm?" Her voice drifts through the gap in the door. "Is Treasure really dead? Are you sure she died in the accident? Even if she didn't die, she should sustain very severe injuries. Okay, okay, I'll be waiting."

" An apology to Lyra? My mind recalled the promise he had once made to me in my past life. "Loria, no matter what happens, I'll always protect you. I'll always trust you." But now, it seems like he has forgotten all of it. His trust in me was gone. Not that it mattered. After tonight, there would be nothing left between us. "Alright," I said. "I'll apologize. Not only that, I'll even prepare a gift." "I knew you'd come around. You're always the sensible one. I'll go check on Lyra now. She's still badly shaken from earlier."

I was holding up the line. Heat crept into my face. "I understand." I stepped away from the entrance. Maybe...I really wasn't supposed to attend. But my heart really desired to see the CEO one more time, even at a distance. I hadn't realized how much my wolf Nancy had missed him ever since our last interaction. Just then, as I was preparing to go back… "Miss Iris." I turned. Mr. Lawson walked toward me. He looked between me and the security scanner. "Is there a problem?"

Goodbye. And never again.

"You have trained for this for ten years. You know that case better than the people in it. And whatever happens with, whatever else is in that courtroom today, it does not change any of that." "I know, Mom." "Call me after." "I will." "I love you, baby." "I love you too." I hang up and finish my coffee standing at the window, watching the early morning traffic move below. New York at six forty-five looks like a city still deciding whether to wake up. Jade texts at seven. You're going to destroy him. In the legal sense. Obviously. I laugh out loud. Short and real. I text back a thumbs up and go to get my bag.

The low sound of Charlie Putt's 'See You Again' starts blaring from the speakers and it gets turned high, that I can make out the lyrics of the song. I can't believe how selfish I've been. A wave of sudden pain hits me because I never cared to ask Nana Jones about how she was faring. I though she was fine because she looked that way to me. I never expected her death to happen so sudden. I look at the body guard driving me to the church, as the soothing voice of Charlie Putt sings '-tell you all about it, when I see you again' as if mirroring my current mood. "Stop that fucking song!" I yell at him the moment he starts whistling along with Charlie Putt's voice.