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Lawrence had an indignant expression, but he was the one asking for help. Looking at Heinz's arrogant attitude, he gritted his teeth and agreed in defeat, "Okay, two o'clock is fine. Where should I meet you?"
"We'll talk about it when the time comes," Heinz replied indifferently. "At two o'clock, someone will look for you. You don't have to ask."
Heinz didn't show much tolerance or patience when it came to Lawrence, and his tone was as chilling as the winter breeze.
Hence, Lawrence could only endure it. He didn't dare to provoke Heinz further, in fear that he wouldn't be able to see Candace anymore.
"Okay, I'll be waiting for your call."
At this time, the butler came and said, "Mr. Heinz, the food is ready. Would you like to eat, Mrs. Jones?"
The butler was afraid of delaying meals for a pregnant woman like Grace. When it came to preparing her meals, he dared not dawdle for even a moment.
Hearing this, Lawrence looked at the butler with hope in his eyes.