"He also has a lot of socially unacceptable thoughts. In the beginning, things didn't go well for him because his actions caused people to fear him. As time passed, people started to forget, and under my father's watchful eye, he became more and more like a normal child-one that was great at bringing joy to others." The lead security guard looked at Lorenzo seriously."You have to believe me. I've told countless people about this, but none of them believed me. I'm telling the truth!" His voice trembled with agitation.Lorenzo nodded and patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down. I know Felix; he died after jumping out of my office window. It's all over the internet, and the authorities questioned me about it. He's already dead, so you have nothing to worry about."The lead security guard lowered his head, not wanting Lorenzo to see how out of control his emotions were. Lorenzo looked at him and sighed when he sensed his emotions. He stood up and said, "I think we can end things here now.

She got to her feet in a rage, making her chair screech against the floor. She stormed over to the sofa and plopped down on it before looking at her phone. Instantly, her anger disappeared—Lorenzo was the one calling her. Her breathing sped up, but she calmed down in a few seconds. She knew he had to be calling because something had happened. There was no other reason for him to call her. She exhaled, feeling disappointed. Still, she answered the phone and said sweetly, "Mr. Byers, this is Bianca." Lorenzo asked, "Is Alaric still working on something at the company?" Bianca didn't know what had happened, but she had an ominous feeling. "No, he left for Aurelia two days ago." Suddenly, she realized what was wrong. She shot to her feet and cried, "I think I know what's happened, but I need some time to think things over. I'll need to hang up." Instead of receiving a reply from Lorenzo, all she got was the sound of the dial to

This was the first time he felt like someone trusted him wholly. He was desperate to do something for Lorenzo, so he pulled his phone out again. Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, not knowing what he was up to. Then, he saw Ansel frown again."Mr. Byers, I think I've failed you once again. The board members aren't coming here." He was nervous to say this, but he didn't expect to see Lorenzo smile again.Ansel clenched his fists and trembled with a mixture of nervousness and anger. He didn't know why Lorenzo was smiling. Even if he could tell that there was no malice behind it, it still made him uncomfortable.The anger on his face was obvious, and Lorenzo could sense his negative emotions.He immediately dropped the smile, straightened up, and put a hand on Ansel's shoulder."I can guess what's on your mind, but there's no need for that. You're just inexperienced-perhaps it's because you've never learned these things before, or perhaps it's because someone stopped you from learning about them

He handed Lorenzo the phone without hesitation and watched him curiously.Lorenzo held the phone up and said without preamble, "I'm sure you've already seen the news-one of your owner's not-so-loyal dogs, Felix, died after jumping from my window. Yet I haven't been punished in any way. In fact, I'm free to roam every corner of Aurelia, whether it's your company or home. I'm ten minutes away from reaching the peak of my anger." After that, he hung up.Ansel gaped at him. He was shocked by Lorenzo's words but more so by the board members' actions. He'd noticed that the second Lorenzo started speaking, the booming music on the other end of the line had disappeared. It made him wonder where they really were."They're at the corner-most bar on 18th Avenue," Lorenzo said. Even if Ansel hadn't asked, he knew what he was wondering.Ansel gaped even more. "How'd you know, Mr. Byers? They didn't tell us anything."Lorenzo smiled. He put the phone down and pushed it toward Ansel. At the same tim

"We don't know whether his arm would still be the same even if he'd been operated on in a timely manner." "Is that all? A broken arm?" Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "Well, have him discharged from that hospital and admitted into another one. I'll foot the bill but ensure the doctors do their best to keep his arm. Money isn't an issue." Ansel nodded and tapped on his phone vigorously. When he was done, he stiffened, not knowing how to answer Lorenzo's question. To him, the probable loss of an arm was a serious injury, but it didn't seem to mean much to Lorenzo. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, not knowing what to say. In the end, he shook his head and said truthfully, "That's not his only injury. He has many broken bones, other injuries, and even organ damage. Someone-likely several people-beat him up violently." He shuddered at the sudden drop in temperature. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly frosty, and he gulped. He clasped his hands nervously, n