Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 345

Lawrence gave a brief nod, signaling his executives to continue. He endured another agonizing ten minutes before the presentation finally wrapped.

His expression had completely relaxed, the predatory edge gone.

"Make sure your data aligns before the next review. I gave you half a month to prep, and your decks are still disjointed. Fix it," Lawrence said briskly. Grabbing his phone, he strode out of the boardroom without another word.

The terrified managers slumped in their chairs, letting out a collective sigh of relief.

Abbot quickly rattled off a few follow-up tasks before clearing his throat. "Meeting adjourned."

When Abbot returned to the executive floor, he caught sight of Lawrence practically sprinting down the hall, jabbing impatiently at the elevator call button.

Abbot smirked to himself. It had to be a text from Bonnie.

...

When Lawrence pulled his car up to the pet spa, June was already dried and fluffy. The little mutt was a bizarre mix of breeds but undeniably adorable. He was the only rescue dog in the upscale salon, and he was currently using his stubby legs to aggressively dig at his playpen, demanding attention from the purebreds.

He was an absolute menace.

The moment Lawrence walked in and the door chime rang, June let out a sharp bark and scrambled over. Looking like a toasted marshmallow, the puppy did wild, dizzying laps around Lawrence's ankles.

It made Lawrence dizzy just watching him.

His tail was a blurry metronome of pure joy. He remembered him.

A surge of pride hit Lawrence's chest. All those expensive treats were paying off.

He felt surprisingly validated.

"Hi, I'm here for June," Lawrence said to the manager. "His owner got tied up at work."

"No, it's fine. I'm going to be working late anyway. Just drop him off at the house..."

Lawrence felt a pang of disappointment, but then a loud, frantic male voice echoed through the speaker.

"Bonnie! Are you out of your mind? Your ankle is the size of a baseball! Stop being such a workaholic!"

Lawrence's blood ran cold. He completely missed the light turning green until the car behind him laid on the horn. Jolting forward, he gripped the steering wheel tight. "Bonnie. What happened to your foot?"

On the other end, Bonnie groaned in frustration, rubbing her forehead as she glared daggers at Perry.

Oblivious, Perry leaned closer to the phone. "Hey man! Come pick her up. We're on Locust Grove. Some psychotic locals attacked us and she got—Ow! Why did you hit me?!"

Bonnie smacked his arm and hobbled out of earshot. "I'm fine, it's nothing, you don't need to—"

"Don't move," Lawrence cut in, his voice a lethal, unyielding command. "I'm on my way."