Chapter 1680: Chapter 1670: Not Planning to Tell Chi Enna for Now
Adam Sinclair tightly gripped his phone, his eyes darkening slightly. His thin lips pressed into a line as his deep gaze moved his fingers.
A ssage was sent.
After sending it, he expertly dragged the person into the blacklist, including the phone number.
After doing all this, he paused again and made a call to Sunny. He told Sunny to protect Olivia Lewis more carefully and to report to him if anyone tried to make things difficult for Olivia during their “breakup” period. He would handle it, but Olivia must not know.
Once he had arranged everything thoroughly, he dialed Baron Lawrence’s number.
The phone rang more than ten tis without being answered. Familiar with his friend’s personality, he calmly waited until the call was about to be cut off before it was finally picked up on the other end.
“Baron, I heard that Gigi got hurt? How is she doing? And you…”
It was unclear what was said on the other end, but his expression showed a mont of surprise. He furrowed his brows, “You said you called Lyle Westbrook over? Baron, how do you know Lyle Westbrook? Could it be… you rembered?”
In the next second.
He suddenly stood up, his always solemn eyes revealing a look of surprise, and he walked to the balcony with his long legs, “You really rembered? What happened? Does Enna know? Are you planning not to tell Enna for now?”
He smiled teasingly, “Don’t tell you plan to surprise her? Hahaha, if people out there knew Young Master Lawrence was such a… romantic man, they would definitely be shocked.”
Presumably, there were no good words on the other end, as Adam was visibly choked up for a mont before saying, “I’m still the sa, let handle things with my mom first.”
He changed the subject, “By the way, about what ti will Lyle Westbrook arrive? Is Gigi alright? Can she hold on?”
*
While he was on the phone.
On the other side.
At Pacifica Airport, a small private jet had already landed on the helipad.
In the area where cars are not allowed inside the airport, a dozen modified Buicks were neatly parked, the formation of dozens of bodyguards looking intimidating and unapproachable.
The airport staff only dared to watch from a distance.
Soon, a man descended from the plane, surrounded by the crowd.
All eyes turned towards him instantly!
No need for any explanation; everyone knew who the figure was upon seeing him for the first ti.
Despite wearing the simplest outfit imaginable, there was just sothing about him that commanded attention.
His commanding presence wasn’t like Baron Lawrence’s forceful dominance; it was a cold, glacial indifference. Though he looked like an angel, his gaze was as cold as ice, lacking any warmth or emotion.
When he looked at you, you would feel that his beautiful eyes were empty, clearly looking at you, yet you couldn’t feel your own existence.
As if he just glanced over without any connection to you whatsoever.
His subordinates following closely beside him drew attention too. Clearly an angelic-looking man, yet for so reason, his subordinates appeared quite fearful of him, their eyes full of caution.
“Young Master Lyle, the car is ready to go directly to the City Hospital.”
“Hm.” A faint response.
No one could guess what he was thinking, but they quickly and efficiently led him to the Lincoln Stretch Limousine amid the crowd of Buicks.
“Good day, Young Master Lyle.” Another black-clad bodyguard imdiately and respectfully opened the car door for him.
Lyle Westbrook took his seat in the car.
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