Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 157: I Hope Miss Hale Won’t Go Back to Her Ex, So You’ll Regret It to Death

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: I Hope Miss Hale Won’t Go Back to Her Ex, So You’ll Regret It to Death

Shawn Sykes was caught off guard, ambushed by Claire Hale, and bent over in pain.

However, there wasn’t the slightest anger on his face; instead, he smiled more obscenely: "Lawyer Hale has such energy, you must have been taught by quite a few men. Play with me, and I guarantee you won’t be at a loss."

He completely disregarded what Claire Hale said.

This was the Lockwood Group, and with his status, he could easily delete the surveillance footage.

Claire Hale hadn’t expected Shawn Sykes to be so shameless.

She couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him and turned around to leave directly.

Unexpectedly, Shawn Sykes grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.

Claire was ready to give Shawn Sykes another kick when a calm voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"What are you doing here so late?"

She was startled, turned around, and met the deep, calm eyes of Sean Lockwood.

Seeing Sean Lockwood, Shawn Sykes’s shameless demeanor vanished instantly, and he quickly bowed and greeted, "President Lockwood, you’re still at the company so late."

Sean Lockwood glanced at Shawn Sykes, "You too, have worked hard."

"It’s my duty for the company."

Sean Lockwood’s gaze swept over Claire Hale but didn’t speak to her, only looked at Shawn Sykes again, "Not leaving yet?"

Shawn Sykes was momentarily stunned, looked at Claire Hale a bit unwillingly,

but eventually turned and left.

After Shawn Sykes’s car had driven far away, Sean Lockwood looked at Claire Hale and said, "If I hadn’t shown up just now, what were you planning to do?"

Claire Hale said calmly, "I still have pepper spray in my bag."

She had actually investigated Shawn Sykes before coming.

Lascivious, greedy.

So, to be prepared, she made sure to have enough precautions.

Seeing her fearless stance, Sean Lockwood asked, "What case are you involved in that led you to come to Shawn Sykes?"

Claire Hale paused, didn’t immediately answer, but asked instead, "President Lockwood, could you share what Shawn Sykes’s status is at the Lockwood Group?"

Sean Lockwood raised an eyebrow.

Claire Hale added, "This person’s character is problematic, yet he’s a senior executive at Lockwood. President Lockwood, isn’t your talent selection criteria a bit too lenient?"

"Character and job ability aren’t necessarily related."

Sean Lockwood said.

"Shawn Sykes has the skills to take on projects others can’t, and can bring great profits to the company. Why wouldn’t I use him?"

Claire Hale fell silent.

What Sean Lockwood said really wasn’t wrong.

She’d handled too many cases, and many people, regardless of gender, who achieved significant success in their careers, led quite disgraceful personal lives.

But then, she thought for a moment and still said, "If I manage to make Shawn Sykes unable to stay at the Lockwood Group, would President Lockwood stop me?"

"If you have the ability."

There was a faint smile in Sean Lockwood’s calm eyes.

"I would immediately welcome you to work in the legal department of Lockwood Group."

With Sean Lockwood’s words, Claire Hale felt a bit relieved, because if the Lockwood Group insisted on protecting Shawn Sykes, all her efforts would be futile against the power of capital.

She smiled at Sean Lockwood with arched eyebrows, "Once the case is successful, I will definitely treat you to a drink."

Claire Hale rarely smiled.

But she was born with almond eyes, dark and round, and when she smiled, her eyes were adorably curved, reducing much of the aloofness she usually emanated.

Sean Lockwood was momentarily stunned as he looked into her eyes.

Those beautiful, lively eyes seemed to overlap for a moment with Nina Wells’s gaze.

Claire Hale didn’t notice Sean Lockwood’s gradually dimming gaze.

She bid him goodbye and drove away.

By the time she got home, it was almost dawn. She glanced at her phone and saw that Stanley Sawyer had sent her dozens of messages.

She scrolled up a bit, and actually, there was only one piece of useful information—he asked her what she was doing.

But earlier, while dealing with Shawn Sykes, Claire Hale hadn’t checked her phone at all.

Thus, every few minutes, Stanley Sawyer would send a cute emoji.

The last one, sent ten minutes ago, was of an angry little puppy holding a sign that read four characters:

Message in a bottle.

Claire Hale couldn’t help but smile, curling her lips.

She replied: [Sorry, I’ve been busy.]

As soon as the message was sent, the chat window above showed the other party was typing...

However, the angry little puppy seemed really angry, as it kept typing for quite some time without sending a word.

Claire Hale waited for a while, and as drowsiness overcame her, she unknowingly fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, she saw the message Stanley Sawyer had sent.

It was only two words: [Goodnight.]

Warmth spread through her eyes as she replied to Stanley Sawyer: [Good morning.]

Clarence Finch had just stepped into Tristan Lockwood’s office and saw him looking at his phone with a slight smile, appearing to be in a good mood.

Wow, did a rooster lay an egg? Tristan Lockwood smiling like that?

Clarence Finch moved closer, wanting to see what could make Tristan Lockwood so happy, but the latter put his phone away just in time, looking at him with his usual impassive expression.

"What’s up?"

Clarence Finch: "You seem to have something going on too."

Tristan Lockwood raised an eyebrow, not commenting.

Clarence Finch asked him, "So early in the morning, you have such a nice smile. It’s quite suspicious—is it possible you’ve rekindled your old feelings with Miss Hale?"

Tristan Lockwood glanced at him indifferently, saying nonchalantly, "You hope we rekindle our old feelings?"

Clarence Finch shook his head, "I hope Miss Hale doesn’t look back and makes you regret it deeply."

"Heh."

Tristan Lockwood stared at him with a cold laugh, his gaze as sharp as ice.

Clarence Finch felt a chill down his spine and slipped away quickly.

After finishing the meeting and returning to his office after the checkup, Clarence Finch saw Claire Hale entering the surgery department.

"Miss Hale."

Clarence Finch walked over and greeted her.

Claire Hale smiled at him, "Dr. Finch."

Clarence Finch was taken aback.

It was the first time he’d seen Claire Hale smile so brightly.

"Miss Hale, do you have good news too?"

"Hm?" Claire Hale looked puzzled.

Clarence Finch chuckled awkwardly, "The two of you today, both seem to be soaked in honey jars, smiling so nicely."

Claire Hale was a bit confused, "The two of us?"

Clarence Finch touched his nose, not mentioning Tristan Lockwood, just asked, "Miss Hale, are you here to see The Lockwood Matriarch?"

"Yes." Claire Hale nodded and took two clear bags with hairs from her bag, "Dr. Finch, could you do me a favor and check if these two samples have any genetic relationship?"

Yesterday, during the confrontation with Shawn Sykes, she took his DNA sample when he wasn’t paying attention.

Although Shawn Sykes wasn’t a good person, his words reminded her to verify for herself whether Crystal Warren’s son was indeed his.

"Whose are these?" Clarence Finch asked curiously, "To do a formal identification, you need the identification information of both parties."

Claire Hale pleaded, "Dr. Finch, this is quite urgent for me, and I don’t really need an official document. Could you just tell me the result?"

Clarence Finch was bewildered.

This seemed so mysterious and shadowy—could it be that the child belongs to Claire Hale?