My Secret Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1991 - 1985: Forget About This Matter

"Regardless of whether the accident caused your memory loss, I believe since it’s forgotten, there’s no need for you to dwell on it."

"I think I understand your feelings. You feel indebted to me for saving your life, and you want to repay this favor? Mr. Parker, I don’t think it’s necessary. It might have been a simple act for me at that time, and since it’s been ten years, let’s just let bygones be bygones."

"I don’t need you to repay me. You don’t owe me anything."

"That’s just how you see it." It sounded as though Frank Parker struggled to control his emotions, his voice growing more solemn. "You saved me, and I can’t just do nothing in return. Even if you don’t care, I always feel indebted to you."

"I must return the favor for saving my life."

Joanna Lawrence: "..."

"So, according to you, I saved your life, right? So, could I be considered your lifesaver?"

"Yes."

"So, should you listen to your lifesaver?"

"Joanna Lawrence, you..."

"Mr. Parker, I really don’t think you owe me anything, nor do I need anything in return. If you feel indebted to me, I’ll make a request to you. If you grant me this, consider it as repaying your debt to me."

"What?"

"Forget about this incident. And from now on, let’s minimize our communication. It will cause disruption for me and upset my partner."

"I wouldn’t want him upset."

"Mr. Parker, please, don’t call me again. I have other things to handle, so I’m hanging up now."

After that, Joanna Lawrence hung up the phone.

*

On the other end.

Listening to the disconnect tone on his mobile phone, Frank Parker gripped his device tightly, his long finger joints turning progressively whiter.

She rejected him.

Although it was expected, why was he still feeling so angry?

She spoke so lightly.

She told him to let go.

He had tried to let go, but could he really?

What didn’t matter to her weighed on his mind, and he just couldn’t shake it off.

Frank Parker remained static by the French window, phone in hand, for a long time.

Until a knock on the door woke him.

Regaining his senses, he took a deep breath, rearranged the expression on his face and turned to say, "Come in."

The door opened.

His assistant entered.

Looking anxious and serious, his assistant rushed to his desk with a pile of files in hand.

"Mr. Parker," the assistant moistened his lips and put down the thick pile of documents on the desk, his face grave. "Heath Group has terminated all collaborations with our Parker Group and have withdrawn all investments, leading to the abrupt halt of many ongoing projects."

"These projects can no longer proceed, causing significant effects and losses to our Parker Group."

"These are the financial statements just compiled, showing the losses from just a day alone, which are already staggering. If this continues, it would be a severe blow to Parker Group."

Frank Parker glanced at the financial report on the desk, his eyes narrowing as he picked them up.

After going through it for a while, his face did not reveal any changes, but a cold glint reflected increasingly in his eyes.

After a moment, he put down the documents.

"Mr. Parker, what should we do next?" the assistant asked.