See You Again Never Mr. Lawson Novels & Stories

Team A's Sweetheart: "Friends, I went to the secretariat to sniff around. They said Mr. Lawson Senior is coming. They're already cleaning up his office, which hasn't been used in ages! Plus, the board of directors meeting was only announced in the middle of the night yesterday. There must be something wrong!" Lawson Lapdog: "The news isn't true, is it? My other group chats say that Mr. Lawson has died! I think it's impossible… We were all just remarking on how Mr. Lawson looks like a top alpha male. That figure! Those features! He's definitely the pinnacle of genetic evolution. How could he just die?"

In his words, someone like me who was this obedient and with such severe psychological trauma was hard to come by. I thought I would never cross paths with Grant or Jeremy again in this lifetime. But the world is much smaller than one thinks. At the time, I was working as Jo’s assistant and had accompanied him to a conference. Just as we were leaving, we ran into Jeremy and Grant. It had been several years since I last saw them. They looked worn and weary, nothing like the proud, confident men they used to be. The moment they saw me, their eyes filled with tears and disbelief, but even more than that, there was joy and overwhelming regret.

I vaguely caught sight of the name "Ivy Hummer" After hanging up, Oliver didn't even spare me a glance before heading out the door, grabbing his jacket from the couch as he went. All of a sudden, I had a bad feeling in my gut. I quickly pulled him back and asked, "Where are you going? If we don't get engaged today, you might not get the chance again, even if you wanted to." Oliver scoffed scornfully. "Sienna Jones, are you sure that that day will ever come?"

Footsteps in the hallway. Alexia appeared in the dining room doorway, her expression carrying the particular neutrality of someone delivering information they were not sure how it would be received. “Layla,” she said. “Mr. Lawson is back.” *******

Lawrence. Mr. Lawrence was seated at a table near the entrance, his face partially illuminated by the dim light. Alex approached him, a sense of purpose guiding his steps. As he drew closer, he could see Mr. Lawrence's expression change from one of anticipation to recognition. "Mr. Lawrence," Alex greeted him, extending a hand. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." Mr. Lawrence rose from his seat, returning the handshake. "It's not a problem at all, Mr. Alex. Shall we?"

As a result, he didn't even see a face he searched for him a number of times at the office but still could not meet him. Claudia thought for a while and said, "I heard that from today, Mrs. Lawson will go to a banquet at the Franchise family's house in a few days. Since we can't find Director Lawson, we can always find ways to meet Mrs. Lawson. It is said that Director Lawson has many things to do. Listen to his wife's opinion."

He calmed himself and reached for it. "Sir?" Francisco raised his hand to Glenn to shut him up as he answered it. "Francisco," he said. "It's Tony Lawson. Hi—we have already sorted out the contract. Let's meet at the Lawson Country Club in about two hours? My cousin doesn’t want to delay it anymore since we'll be quite busy for a few weeks." "No problem at all, Mr. Lawson."

"Well, this is me. Talk to you tomorrow Lauryn. I sure am glad you are talking to me again. Bye." Waving, I watch as she leaves hand in hand with him. So cute. I have never had a relationship like that really. The cute kind. Deciding that I had better leave, I go to the parking garage and get in my car. I notice that Mr. Lawrence has parked next to me when he opens his door. I open mine and talk to him. "Mr. Lawrence, i am so glad you didn't get fired over that whole fiasco."

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lawson, but Mr. Steele said he’s not expecting anyone by that name.” “What?” I blinked, completely thrown off. “Are you sure? Could you…could you call him again? There must be a mistake.” She hesitated, glancing at me with a mix of sympathy and awkwardness. “He was quite clear, sir. He said he’s not expecting anyone named Riley Lawson. However, he did mention…” Her voice trailed off, her cheeks turning pink. “What?” I asked, a sinking feeling already forming in my gut. “What did he say?”

"Mr. Lawson?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, thinking his savior had arrived. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I’m Frank Lawson. Mr. Ford, you have a great memory. Please ask Mr. Green to let me go. We're all friends here. What's the point of this?" Shane raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a cold smile. "I do have a good memory, but I don't recall Jasper City being ruled by anyone named Lawson."