She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 266 - Hope Williams Youre Doomed This Time

Chapter 266: Chapter 266 Hope Williams, You’re Doomed This Time

Wesley and Aaron’s brows jumped fiercely, and they instinctively moved toward a corner.

Only Hope Williams dared to sit beside this guy, who emitted an aura of chilliness.

Liam Cloud glanced at the empty wine glass on the table, took it, and poured a glass of juice for Hope Williams, then personally handed it to her.

“Don’t you want a drink?” he asked.

Hope took the glass, looked at him, “Why are you in a worse mood than me?”

“I’m upset.”

“Who made you upset?”

Liam stared at her.

Hope pursed her lips and, holding the juice, said, “Fine, I apologize to you, okay?”

“No need.”

“Why are you so contrary?” Hope said helplessly and drank down the juice in her glass.

“My biggest hobby is being difficult, and my biggest illness is being crazy, do you have a problem with that?”

Hope was taken aback by his emotion for a moment and then, coming to her senses, shook her head, “No problem, as long as you’re happy.”

“I’m not happy.”

A bit helpless!

“I’m going to the restroom.”

Hope put down her glass and walked out.

Liam watched Hope’s leaving figure, his eyes deepened further, and he poured another glass for himself and drank it all at once.

Wesley, garnering some unknown courage, moved closer to Liam, “Big Boss, if you like her, just tell Sister Hope, and pursue her.”

Liam, always bold and unrestrained, suddenly felt inhibited, cradling his anger with a glass of juice.

Liam glanced at him casually, his gaze was icy.

“Big Boss, why are you looking at me like that?”

“You think I need your advice?”

“Uncle Liam, you can’t pursue our Mommy,” Luke kindly reminded.

“Why not?” Liam lifted his gaze.

“Because Mommy already has our daddy…”

One spoke, and the other nodded in agreement, both children protective as ever.

Oh, our ancestors!

Aaron quickly covered the mouth of the little guy whose snack-eating couldn’t settle him down.

The chill on Liam’s face spread a thousand-fold across the private room.

Wesley’s spine stiffened, wishing he could just disappear.

Liam stood up, and Wesley dodged back with the speed of flight.

Liam stepped straight out of the room.

The door slammed shut, shaking the doorframe.

Luke and Willow blinked helplessly, “What’s wrong with Uncle Liam?”

“He… spilled the vinegar.”

…

Hope went to the washbasin to wash her hands and tidied up her hair in front of the mirror before leaving the restroom.

The moment she stepped out, another person came out, Mia Fuller narrowed her eyes and hurriedly followed, muttering to herself, “Hope Williams!”

Mia furrowed her brows, watching Hope’s retreating figure, “What is she doing here.”

But she had heard that she was kicked out by the Lewis Family, which really delighted her.

She came to the club to play, wondering if Brother Waylon knew.

Mia curled her lips and quickly followed.

She indeed wanted to see with whom this woman was out so late.

It was getting late, Hope planned to take Luke and Willow home and had just reached the private room door when she saw a tall figure in the corridor.

Leaning casually against the wall, Liam, with his silver hair catching the light and his black shirt collar still rebelliously open, stood smoking nonchalantly, the yellow light accentuating his handsome profile. Clad in black, his swagger was evident. Standing at the door to the private room, he drew the frequent glances of passing girls.

Liam noticed her too.

“Leaving?” he asked.

“It’s getting late, you continue to have fun.”

“What? Does Waylon Lewis not allow you to go out?”

Hope could not miss the resentment in his tone when he mentioned Waylon.

“Nothing like that.”

“So, what’s the hurry?”

“Indeed it’s late, I have work tomorrow,” Hope said lightly, biting her lip slightly, “and Luke and Willow need to sleep.”

Liam straightened up and moved a few steps closer to Hope.

Such proximity made Hope wary.

“What are you avoiding?” Without allowing her refusal, he reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace.

Hope, scared by his sudden action, struggled to get out of his arms, “What are you doing?”

“I just want to hug you.”

Liam firmly held the squirming woman in his arms, his sharp gaze directed toward the direction opposite to Hope’s back, his eyes narrowing darkly with rage.

Mia Fuller, hiding behind a wall, covered her mouth in disbelief.

Hope Williams actually meeting a man secretly.

This woman finally showed her true colors.

Mia’s lips curled up, her heart pounding with excitement; she had finally caught her.

The opportunity couldn’t be missed; she immediately pulled out her phone, snapped two photos of Hope and the man, and sent them to Waylon without a second thought.

Hope, you’re done this time!

Hope struggled to push Liam away, her brows deeply furrowed.

Liam, not surprised at being pushed away.

…

The phone on the table rang twice, indicating a message.

To respond promptly to messages and calls from Hope, Waylon Lewis always kept his phone close at hand.

Hearing the sound, he thought it was a message from Hope.

Immediately picking up the phone, his face darkened instantaneously.

The sudden change in mood made the entire meeting room fall silent, the atmosphere turning eerie.

He gripped the phone tightly, abruptly standing from his chair, his formidable presence filling the room with a chilling air.

The executives sitting opposite were bewildered looking at Waylon.

Carefully, they asked, “President Lewis, is there a problem?”

Waylon clenched his jaw, said nothing, and left swiftly.

Thomas Hughes had just come with investigative results, and upon arriving, he found the people in the meeting room bewildered and Waylon radiating a spine-chilling presence.

Thomas hurried after Waylon, “Boss…”

“Return home.”

“But…”

Waylon had already entered the elevator with a stern face, Thomas opened his mouth uncertain whether he should report to Waylon about what had happened at the Lewis Residence tonight.

Thomas hurried into the elevator after Waylon, rationality telling him now was not a good time to talk.

Waylon at this moment looked downright murderous.

Could something have happened worse than the President’s Wife being bullied?