A sudden voice startled them both. They turned to see Lionel standing in the doorway.
“Mr. Lancaster, I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t,” the assistant explained helplessly.
Yves let out a wry laugh. “It’s fine. You can go.”
Hannah stared at Lionel in astonishment. His hair was slightly messy, and he was breathing heavily, his tie askew.
But none of that mattered.
“What are you doing here?” Hannah asked.
“Come back with me.”
Lionel reached out for her, but his hand froze mid-air. He looked at Hannah in disbelief.
She had flinched back, taking a step behind Yves.
At the same time, Yves stepped forward, placing himself between them. “Mr. Rosenberg, you failed to poach my employee, so now you’re resorting to kidnapping? That’s not a good look.”
Lionel clenched his fist and lowered it. “Yves, others may not know, but you know Hannah is my wife. Tear up her contract.”
A smirk played on Yves' lips, his eyes full of mockery. “I was starting to think I was the only one who knew she was your wife. It seemed even you had forgotten.”
“Your wife gets kidnapped for days, and where were you, the loving husband? Besides, this contract was signed willingly. I’d like to see you try and tear it up, Mr. Rosenberg.”
His words struck a nerve with Lionel and resonated deeply with Hannah.
She lowered her gaze, her face pale. “Lionel, I am an employee of the Keystone Group. It’s natural for me to be at the office. Aren’t you afraid of causing gossip by storming in here like this?”
She truly couldn’t figure out what he was trying to achieve with this spectacle.


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