She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 143

“Yes, he is!” Sharon agreed enthusiastically. “Absolutely gorgeous. Compared to Susan’s nouveau riche son–in–law, it’s like comparing

heaven and earth.”

Susan, who couldn’t recall ever seeing such a man, was incensed that her daughter had been insulted and made a subject of comparison. “I’ve never seen him,” she snapped. “Does he only come at night? That’s something to think about. What if he’s already married, or has a girlfriend? I’m just speculating. I wouldn’t want Loyce to get hurt.”

Marcella considered this, and it seemed plausible. Her expression grew worried again as she looked at Loyce. “Let me see… he must be in his thirties by now. Have you asked him about his situation?”

Loyce felt a headache coming on. “Marcella, this is getting completely off track. He’s not my boyfriend.”

‘If he’s not your boyfriend, why are you two always meeting at night?” Susan pressed. “It’s not some kind of improper affair, is it? Loyce, we can’t have that sort of thing happening here!”

Even Sharon chimed in, “Why don’t you just ask him? If you’ve done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear.”

Marcella hesitated, her worried eyes fixed on Loyce.

Loyce was getting tired of the nosy woman, but seeing Marcella’s anxious face, she sighed and sent a text to Lucian.

[Are you free? I need a favor. Due to a misunderstanding, Marcella thinks you’re my boyfriend. I need you to help me clear this up.]

She expected him to take a while to reply, but surprisingly, a response came back in less than a minute.

[I am.]

Chapter 143

Since he said he was available, Loyce announced, “I’ll call him.”

She tapped the video call button. He answered almost immediately. His face appeared on the screen. He was dressed in a dark suit, seated in a plush leather chair, his features sharp and deep–set. He exuded an air of intellectualism and reserved elegance, a man of refined, striking beauty. Behind him was a large projection screen, and to his right, a massive floor–to–ceiling window offered a panoramic view of the city’s financial district.

“Are you in a meeting?” Loyce raised an eyebrow. “I can call back later.”

Lucian subtly set his pen down. “No need,” he said, his voice laced with a smile. “We just finished.”

The executives, who had been in the middle of a tense meeting, were bewildered. Finished? What was finished?

A minute ago, they were being reprimanded by Lucian over internal issues at the Shapiro family’s company, on the verge of being fired. Now, a single phone call had transformed their stone–faced tyrant into a gentle prince.

Whatever the reason, they were immensely grateful to the person on the other end of the line. She had just saved their careers. Before that call, none of them were sure they wouldn’t be the next one on the chopping block.

Lucian glanced up at the long conference table, his meaning clear.

The department heads silently packed their belongings and filed out of the room. They wondered who could possess such magic, to soften Lucian’s gaze so completely.

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