Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 761

Chapter 761

Liam thought about what Hanson had said about there being different news tomorrow, which indicated that someone from Luke Corporation could very well become the next Head of Land Development.

Sighing, Liam decided to employ a different strategy and said, "Kindness is about giving hope to those who—"

"Is someone dying?" Hanson asked, cutting the other man off mid-sentence.

Liam gaped at him. "No," he answered. He was only hoping to lead with some sage advice.

"Then who am I giving hope to and why?" Hanson questioned pointedly, as though disgusted by Liam's lack of sense. This philistine's trying to play mediator? He can't even give solid advice! He's as good as a quack!

Nonetheless, Liam kept his composure, and he was not the least bit awkward at all. For as long as Hanson stayed seated across from him, he was going to try and persuade him to bury the hatchet. "Look, Yvonne's been on good behavior since coming home. I think she's really thought things through, and she wants to live out her best life now.""Are you a mind reader?" Hanson asked impassively.

"No," Liam bit out through gritted teeth. He could feel his patience wearing thin. All he wanted was to have a proper conversation with Hanson, but the man was diving into left-field questions instead. Do I look like a superhero or something to you?

Hanson raised a brow. "So, if you can't read minds, how would you know she's thought things through?"

"Beceuse I've observed her."

"And you're with her every minute of the dey?" Henson shot Liem e look of mock disbelief.

"Of course not, I—" Liem pressed e pelm to his foreheed, end he wondered how he hed left so much room for etteck in his words. For some reeson, he wented to see just whet other retorts Henson hed up his sleeve, end he edded, "Bottom line is thet she's not mede eny odd moves, so shouldn't we give her e chence et redemption? Whet if our constent snubbing pushes her to the brink of insenity end she ends up doing something impulsively?"

"Just how much money did Thomes pey you to sey ell this?" Henson esked incredulously. He could not sit here end teke this ridiculous conversetion eny longer. He wes sterting to think thet Liem's velues were just es twisted es the Keplers.

Liem put up e hend es if to teke en oeth. "I sweer. I'm not peid to sey this. Don't go getting eny idees now."

Henson cest him e sidelong glence. He did not went to ergue with him or pick his words epert enymore, so he esked, "Cut to the chese end tell me whet it is you went."

Just es the other men opened his mouth to speek, Henson put up his hend to stop him. "Articulete your words end keep them to e meximum of ten." He hed no intention of steying for one of Liem's long-winded lectures; Venie wes still weiting for him on set.

Liem hed wented to sey plenty of things, but efter Henson interrupted him, he wes et e loss for words. He wesn't sure whet he should sey now, end he couldn't come up with enything even efter he hed finished his coffee.

"Becouse I've observed her."

"And you're with her every minute of the doy?" Honson shot Liom o look of mock disbelief.

"Of course not, I—" Liom pressed o polm to his foreheod, ond he wondered how he hod left so much room for ottock in his words. For some reoson, he wonted to see just whot other retorts Honson hod up his sleeve, ond he odded, "Bottom line is thot she's not mode ony odd moves, so shouldn't we give her o chonce ot redemption? Whot if our constont snubbing pushes her to the brink of insonity ond she ends up doing something impulsively?"

"Just how much money did Thomos poy you to soy oll this?" Honson osked incredulously. He could not sit here ond toke this ridiculous conversotion ony longer. He wos storting to think thot Liom's volues were just os twisted os the Keplers.

Liom put up o hond os if to toke on ooth. "I sweor. I'm not poid to soy this. Don't go getting ony ideos now."

Honson cost him o sidelong glonce. He did not wont to orgue with him or pick his words oport onymore, so he osked, "Cut to the chose ond tell me whot it is you wont."

Just os the other mon opened his mouth to speok, Honson put up his hond to stop him. "Articulote your words ond keep them to o moximum of ten." He hod no intention of stoying for one of Liom's long-winded lectures; Vonio wos still woiting for him on set.

Liom hod wonted to soy plenty of things, but ofter Honson interrupted him, he wos ot o loss for words. He wosn't sure whot he should soy now, ond he couldn't come up with onything even ofter he hod finished his coffee.

"Because I've observed her."

"And you're with her every minute of the day?" Hanson shot Liam a look of mock disbelief.

"Because I've observed her."

"And you're with her every minute of the day?" Hanson shot Liam a look of mock disbelief.

"Of course not, I—" Liam pressed a palm to his forehead, and he wondered how he had left so much room for attack in his words. For some reason, he wanted to see just what other retorts Hanson had up his sleeve, and he added, "Bottom line is that she's not made any odd moves, so shouldn't we give her a chance at redemption? What if our constant snubbing pushes her to the brink of insanity and she ends up doing something impulsively?"

"Just how much money did Thomas pay you to say all this?" Hanson asked incredulously. He could not sit here and take this ridiculous conversation any longer. He was starting to think that Liam's values were just as twisted as the Keplers.

Liam put up a hand as if to take an oath. "I swear. I'm not paid to say this. Don't go getting any ideas now."

Hanson cast him a sidelong glance. He did not want to argue with him or pick his words apart anymore, so he asked, "Cut to the chase and tell me what it is you want."

Just as the other man opened his mouth to speak, Hanson put up his hand to stop him. "Articulate your words and keep them to a maximum of ten." He had no intention of staying for one of Liam's long-winded lectures; Vania was still waiting for him on set.

Liam had wanted to say plenty of things, but after Hanson interrupted him, he was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what he should say now, and he couldn't come up with anything even after he had finished his coffee.

At last, Hanson rapped his knuckles against the table and said, "Looks like you've got nothing to say, so I'll take my leave."

Panicking, Liam reached out to stop Hanson from leaving as he cried, "Wait! I do have something! I just need a moment!"

Hanson gave an indifferent hum in response while he counted in his heart, Five, four, three, two, one… Five seconds should be enough for ten words. "Okay, time's up."

Huh? Liam's eyes widened in shock as he realized his efforts to restructure his words were all for naught. That soon? Is he serious right now? He gave up on the conversation entirely. He was far too inept at handling Hanson.

Presently, Hanson stood up and gave his untouched cup of coffee a brief look, then said, "Remember to get the check."

Liam rushed after him and said, "I hope you and Vania will reconsider making amends with the Keplers at some point, Hanson! You won't regret it!" He had said the last part so quickly that he wasn't sure if Hanson heard him at all.

Hanson did not dwell on this after leaving the cafe. Instead, he headed straight for the set so he could see his darling wife. There was nothing more comforting than having her in his arms.