Serena Jennings frowned and refuted seriously, "A former husband doesn’t equal a close friend."
Her words were crisp and swift, yet that trace of entanglement and guilt in her eyes didn’t escape Ian Blackwood’s gaze.
Ian Blackwood smiled coldly and poured another glass of whiskey with ice.
"You’re not worthy of Caleb Lockwood; divorce is a liberation for you."
"I don’t want to be judged by someone I just met today."
"Suit yourself."
After finishing his drink, Ian Blackwood drove Serena Jennings back to the Zenith Rehabilitation Center.
Serena Jennings initially thought Ian Blackwood wouldn’t get out of the car, but he did, escorting her all the way to the entrance.
"I’m leaving now, offering you a gift as we part."
Ian Blackwood’s elongated eyes formed crescent moons, his smile carrying a genteel warmth.
"I don’t need a gift."
Serena Jennings now wouldn’t be misled by Ian Blackwood’s smile.
Ian Blackwood waved his finger, "If I want to give it to you, you have to accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked away the crutch Serena Jennings was leaning on.
Serena Jennings fell to the ground with a thud.
Ian Blackwood burst into laughter, doubling over.
"This pose is wonderful; how about it? Surprised by this gift?"
He crouched down, stared into Serena Jennings’ furious eyes, and his smile gradually faded.
"If you dare to fight Claire for a man again, if you dare to covet something you shouldn’t, next time I’ll gouge out your eyes and give them to you as a gift."
Having said this, Ian Blackwood stood up, striding out of the Zenith Rehabilitation Center.
Even from behind, his silhouette still carried a semblance of elegance with a villainous touch.
Serena Jennings finally stood up with the help of the nurse.
Initially, she was resentful of this rehabilitation center, but now she believes it’s okay as long as the advanced equipment here can help her leg recover quickly.
The Lockwood Group.
"I’m sorry, without an appointment, you can’t go in."
The junior secretary had tried her best to stop the unexpected visitor, but the visitor still kicked open the general manager’s office door.
Caleb Lockwood, sitting inside, raised his eyes to see the man wearing glasses with gold rims walk in.
"President Lockwood, I’m sorry, I..."
Caleb Lockwood gestured to the junior secretary, who immediately exited, closing the door behind her.
"Ian Blackwood, after all these years, you’re still so rude."
Caleb Lockwood’s face was cold.
"And you still like putting on airs."
Ian Blackwood pulled out a cigarette, but as soon as he lit it, Caleb Lockwood snatched it away and extinguished it in the ashtray.
"No smoking in the office."
Ian Blackwood adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and snorted coldly.
"Then why is there an ashtray? Are you allowed to smoke but I’m not?"
"Because it’s my office."
Caleb Lockwood’s retort left Ian Blackwood momentarily speechless.
"Speak your business, or I’ll call security to escort you out. Or, I can personally escort you out."
Ian Blackwood knew Caleb Lockwood wasn’t joking.
They’d fought in high school; it was Ian Blackwood who had provoked Caleb Lockwood. Each had their victories and losses, but overall, Caleb Lockwood was superior.
"We’re both grown now; I’m not just a punk who fights."
After saying this, Ian Blackwood took a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to Caleb Lockwood.
"I’m here to give you this. No need to thank me; I’m just that kind-hearted."
Caleb Lockwood silently stared at the contents on the paper, his expression unchanged, but Ian Blackwood noticed Caleb Lockwood’s fingers gripping the paper, knuckles becoming more prominent.
Serena Jennings noticed Caleb Lockwood holding a cigarette in one hand, his expression looking angry.
Serena Jennings guessed right.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Even if she’d realized earlier, she would have agreed to Ian Blackwood’s demand.
Because she couldn’t stand watching Lana Xavier lose her job because she cared for her.
Originally, she didn’t want The Lockwood Group’s shares.
However, she didn’t want Caleb Lockwood to misunderstand.
"What if I said...Claire Shaw sent that man with glasses to threaten me with Lana Xavier’s job to write this guarantee?"
Caleb Lockwood’s eyelids lifted slightly.
"Do you have evidence?"
He asked calmly and straightforwardly.
Serena Jennings took a deep breath.
"No."
Caleb Lockwood sneered.
"Why should I believe something without evidence?"
Caleb Lockwood’s words made sense; Serena Jennings didn’t expect him to believe her.
"Then you can consider it deliberate! Deliberately transferring shares to your competitor. Didn’t I ask you at first, what if I sold this ten percent share to your competitor?"
Serena Jennings didn’t actually know whether Ian Blackwood was Caleb Lockwood’s competitor, but Caleb Lockwood seemed angry enough that transferring her ten percent share to Ian Blackwood would severely impact The Lockwood Group.
"Even if he threatened you, truly for Lana Xavier, do you understand the value of The Lockwood Group’s ten percent shares? How many people’s lives and assets are affected?"
Caleb Lockwood took a step forward, closing in on Serena Jennings.
For a moment, Serena Jennings felt a sensation of breathlessness.
Caleb Lockwood’s eyes were as black as an abyss.
"The entire Lockwood Group...means less to you than Lana Xavier?"

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