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Chapter 437 - 434: She Can’t Be the “W”‘s Big Boss, Right?
Chapter 437 - 434: She Can’t Be the “W”‘s Big Boss, Right?
Chapter 437: Chapter 434: She Can’t Be the “W”‘s Big Boss, Right?
“Mr. Albert Lambert has had a heart attack and is being treated at the Capital City First People’s Hospital. We kindly ask that relatives come to the hospital to handle the necessary formalities as soon as possible.”
“Okay, I’ll be right over.”
Harry Lambert hung up the call and was about to get out of bed when No. 4 stopped him.
“Are you crazy? Look at your condition. The doctor said your legs are broken. You can’t move yet.” No. 4 glared at him irritably. “I’ll deal with what needs to be done while you rest and recover. Stop causing everyone more trouble.”
Harry Lambert shook his head: “Bring me a wheelchair. I want to go myself.”
Albert Lambert was old and could easily have an accident.
He had allowed Albert Lambert to watch his interview live yesterday, but an accident had occurred.
“Alright, I’ll go consult.” No. 4 didn’t try to dissuade him further, he stormed out of the room. When he got to the door, he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening, “Big Boss?”
Harry Lambert’s heart constricted. He quickly looked towards the door.
Molly Walker was standing by the door, looking at him calmly.
Harry Lambert gave a bitter smile: “You’re here?”
“I’ve had Third Brother take care of your father’s medical expenses.” Molly walked towards him, glanced at his legs, then turned towards No. 4, “What did the doctor say?”
“He hasn’t called the doctor since he woke up. He still wants to go out looking like this, so he must be fine for the most part.” No. 4 snorted coldly, not mincing his words.
Harry Lambert smiled: “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“You shouldn’t be fine.” Molly rebuked him coldly, “Who allowed you to do this?”
“How is your behavior different from Isabelle Richardson’s?”
Harry Lambert pursed his lips and looked down at the quilt on his body. He smiled without saying a word.
No. 4 was about to explain for him when he saw Harry Lambert’s index finger sway a few times.
No. 4’s mouth twitched.
“Big Boss, No. 6 must have lost his mind out of love for you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done something like this.”
“Cough, cough!” Harry Lambert choked and coughed a few times, glaring at him.
No. 4 grinned wickedly, “Seeing that he has been foraging for you for so many years, you should forgive his lovesick behavior.”
“Who’s lovesick!” Harry Lambert’s face gradually turned red, “Molly, don’t listen to his nonsense.”
“Whether I’m spouting nonsense is clear to everyone. Your affection for the Big Boss is common knowledge in all of Orientopia, isn’t it? Be a man: if you like him, say it; if you don’t, deny it. Why pretend?” No. 4 crossed his arms, revealing a row of white teeth.
Harry Lambert looked at Molly anxiously only to find that she had no expression on her face. His worried heart gradually eased.
“He’s not in good health. Don’t provoke him.” Molly warned No. 4 with a glance.
“No. 6, you’re my most proud partner and the closest one to my family. No matter what your motives are, I hope you’ll take responsibility for your own life. I don’t want to see this happening again.” Molly sighed, “Michael Gallagher said he doesn’t blame you, but I still hope you apologize to him in person.”
Michael saying that he didn’t blame him made her feel even worse.
No. 6 was her subordinate. She was fixated on protecting No. 6, but now it seemed like a big joke.
“Okay.” Harry Lambert agreed without hesitation.
Even if he did it out of good intentions, as it stood, he had framed Michael Gallagher.
It was just an apology. He could afford to do it and he could let it go.
Harry Lambert was still worried about his father. He had the doctor bring in a wheelchair and asked a nurse to push him to the floor where Albert Lambert was.
In fact, Albert Lambert had fainted out of anger.
He had finally tuned in to the livestream only to find that the protagonist was not his son Harry Lambert, but another young man.
In the livestream, that person claimed to be the “Big Boss”, a senior executive of the “W” organization.
The identity was the same as the contract his son Harry had signed, but the person was not Harry Lambert.
After watching the livestream, Albert Lambert had a heart attack on the spot. If it hadn’t been for a friend who came back to retrieve a forgotten bag, they wouldn’t have discovered the abnormality.
Listening to the accounts from his father’s friend, Harry Lambert’s hand clenched into a rigid fist.
He thought his father would not watch the livestream.
Not only did he watch it but he had also invited friends.
“Harry, I’ve watched you grow up. You’re a fine lad. Even though he’s not your birth father, he loves you more than your own would. In the future, stop deceiving people and take good care of your father.” Albert Lambert’s old friend spoke with heartfelt sincerity, patted his shoulder, and then left with a sigh.
Harry Lambert sat in the wheelchair, his face as pale as a sheet.
His identity as the Big Boss could not be exposed, so in the end, No. 4 replaced him in the livestream.
He was still the celebrity Harry Lambert, the son who disappointed his father the most.
Harry Lambert looked at his sleeping father on the hospital bed, his eyes tinged with red.
…
A car slowly drove into the entrance of the Leaford family’s villa.
The Leaford family members and people from the Thompson family were all standing at the entrance, their faces filled with questions.
“Did Ivy call us here for an emergency?”
“She said this family meeting was to announce her identity to us.” James Leaford squinted his eyes, thinking about the time when his niece had told him that she was a member of “W”, “Is she going to tell us that she’s not just a member of the organization, but the Big Boss of the organization?”
“What are you thinking!” Amanda Leaford slapped him, “Ivy had a rough time after she went missing. How can she become the Big Boss?”
“If she was the Big Boss, she wouldn’t have suffered so much in the past.”
To Amanda’s mind, it was already impressive that her daughter could have any relationship with this organization. As for the “W” Big Boss, she didn’t dare even to dream about it.
“Why not? Yesterday’s trending topic about the Big Boss, isn’t he the one standing next to Ivy today? Look at how respectfully he treats Ivy. Even if Ivy isn’t the Big Boss, she must be a high-ranking leader.” James Leaford disagreed, “And look, isn’t W the initial letter of Walker?”
She was able to turn her company around when it was in shambles. This kind of resourcefulness and skill isn’t just something anyone could possess.
“Our niece is so excellent. Being a leader would be a piece of cake for her.”
Hearing James Leaford’s words, the others were somewhat resigned.
They believed that Ivy was powerful, but to be a leader of the organization, they didn’t dare to imagine.
“This organization appeared only a few years ago, but its predecessor was the J Organization, which was established more than ten years ago. Given the timeline, it’s impossible for my sister to be the Big Boss of the organization.” Damian Thompson analyzed calmly, his lips curled into a gentle smile.
Joshua Thompson didn’t speak. He stood there with his arms crossed, calmly looking at his cell phone.
The cell phone was showing the surveillance footage from his car.
Nicholas Thompson had borrowed his car.
Out of curiosity, he clicked on it only to see Gillian Thompson getting in.
“Damn, bad luck!”
…
In the car, Gillian Thompson buckled her seat belt and looked at Nicholas Thompson beside her: “The family dinner is at the Leaford house. If you bring me there, will they welcome me?”