See You Again Never Mr. Lawson Novels & Stories

I don't want to see her suffers again. END OF CHAPTER 53

He question with curiosity written all over his face. "Sorry to bother you this late Mr. Lawson." Martin said. " But can we please talk to your son? He continued while Mr. Lawson took a quick glance at his son then back to them. "The thing is, My daughter has not been back from school since they close. I heard he is her friend so I was hoping he could help find her." added. Mr. Lawson was hesitant for a second but then allowed them in. Rowan was quite surprised to see the whole Rockson family in his house with the exception of Phidelia.

Amanda said aloud as she watched them go into the house. “Thanks Amanda that will be much help.” Mrs. Albert replied distantly. “Have a good run.” Mr. Albert said too before closing the door behind them. Amanda stood there for a while, she had almost forgotten about her run. She stared down at her old watch —the exact one her mom left for her— “It is 5:20 already? Shit.” She stretched out her arms, adjusted her cap and took to her heel.

he muttered. "Boss! I saw this! It seems we have another fan here!" Roy yelled and shoved a novel at Shane. It was 'The Cliff'; the latest novel written by Shane's favorite author of mystery novel; Sandy Mills. "Common Roy!" Shane yelled angrily. Roy bowed and threw the book aside but Esther rose up and snatched it out of the air. "It... is… mi..ne!" she stammered and clutched the book to her chest. Shane eyed her and looked away. Their only witness was a bad stammerer. it would be pretty difficult to get her testimony. He thought.

Lawson casually strolled back inside, unaware of Atlas’s presence. “Miss Miller, Dr. Hill...” Dr. Lawson began but halted abruptly when he saw Atlas standing so close to me. I gasped and quickly jumped away, my heart racing with a mix of surprise and dread. Dr. Lawson’s eyes shifted from me to Atlas, who was already looking back at him with a tense expression. “Oh, my bad,” he muttered somberly, glancing between us. “I didn’t know you had company in my office.” His tone was far from pleased.

She even said in concern, "You must be tired from running around all day, Louise. Here, have some water." She passed me the glass of water on the table. Just as I reached out for it, I noticed something suspended in the water at the bottom of the glass. Whitney also started putting on a show. "You don't need to turn in any evidence. I trust that Martin didn't do it on purpose." Hah! She was claiming that someone who committed robbery and killed the victim after hadn't done it on purpose! What a joke that was.

He stumbled, catching himself against the wall, his ribs screaming in protest. “So,” a familiar voice said calmly. “This is where you end up when you forget your place.” Maxwell looked up. Lawson stood just outside the bars, immaculate as ever, hands clasped behind his back. “You’re insane,” Maxwell said hoarsely. Lawson smiled faintly. “I’m efficient.” “You think hurting her will make her yours?” Maxwell continued. “All you’re doing is proving she was right to run from you.” Lawson stepped closer, his eyes glacial. “You don’t get to speak her name.”

However, it seemed James was a bit clueless. He kept on challenging us. "Didn't you understand what Mr. Lawson just said? He's telling you to leave." I could not stand it anymore and had to step in to explain. I never thought Shane would come to my defense tonight. Was he not still upset about what happened before? On the drive home with Shane, I leaned in closer and asked, "Mr. Lawson, is the view outside really that amazing?" Shane did not hesitate to reply, "It's definitely better than looking at you."

“Lawson. Yeah, I saw it. Listen, I think we need to…” He walked out and the silence got heavier

But I didn't cry, didn't scream, didn't fall apart the way I had when my brother died or when my grandfather died or when Merald handed me those divorce papers and told me to get rid of our baby. I just stood there, cold and empty and numb, and I nodded. "Thank you," I said, and my voice was steady. "Can I see him?" "Mrs. Cole, I don't think—" "I need to see him." The room was cold and white and smelled like antiseptic, and Mr. Lawson lay on the table with a sheet pulled up to his chin, his face peaceful like he was sleeping. I walked to his side and took his hand, his skin cold against my fingers, and I looked at the face of the man who had been more than a lawyer, more than an employee, mo