Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 165: President Lowell’s Fury

Keane Lowell glanced at the time and asked her, "Do you want to come over? I can send someone to pick you up."

Claire Prescott was strolling in the yard, speaking in a gentle tone, "I’ve already had dinner. Just keep me company and chat for a while."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Silence.

From the moment she picked up the phone, the surroundings were very quiet.

She chose a light topic and said, "Then tell me about your life abroad."

There was a moment of silence.

Keane Lowell spoke, "There’s nothing besides work."

At that time, every day was filled with documents, various meetings. It was either at the company or at different social engagements and parties.

"Surely you have some time to relax. Where do you like to go on Sundays when you’re off?"

"Nowhere." Keane quickly added, "Claire, I’ve specifically set aside Sundays just for you." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

One sentence plunged Claire Prescott into a silence, her heart thumping heavily, accompanied by a wave of emptiness from not seeing him, making her want to hug him badly.

Since the day she gave him the acupuncture, she hadn’t seen him once.

Last week he went on a business trip out of town, and after returning, he went straight back to work. She could feel that he’s been busy with his career; it’s just that he hasn’t wanted to relax recently.

So.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

Back then, every time she ran into him outside, could it have been not by chance, but that he deliberately planned to get close?

Inexplicably, her heart seemed to be ensnared by him.

"I didn’t expect President Lowell to be so subtle, not showing a single hint." Her voice was mixed with laughter, clear and melodious, "When will you tell me all the subtle thoughts you had in the past?"

Her radiant, clear face seemed to be bathed in a layer of bright moonlight, with a hazy feeling of mist. Her eye-corners held a pure smile, and her entire light azure figure appeared exceptionally carefree and lively.

Keane Lowell gazed at the moon in the lake below, naturally understanding her teasing intent.

He craved her closely.

He didn’t indulge her, choosing instead to tease her.

A straightforward and wild remark slipped through the earpiece, instantly making Claire Prescott’s face flush crimson.

Even though he couldn’t see her, Keane already anticipated her shy appearance, the little girl being unable to find words to retort because of embarrassment.

Then.

The conversation topic was shifted by her.

"Are you free on the fifth of next month? Kystral First High School is holding an anniversary celebration, and I’d like to take you with me."

Keane was about to respond.

From the depths of the corridor, a cacophony of noise broke the tranquility of the moment.

He raised his hand to cover the phone’s receiver, turning to look over, his eyebrows and eyes restoring their customary indifferent chill.

Three young men approached together, the one in the middle bearing a disdainful and scornful smile, "What’s a pure little flower? Still a bit too vulgar, she’s not as pretty as Claire Prescott."

The person beside him immediately flattered with a fawning smile, "Who’s worthy of Young Master Smith’s attention?"

Another of the group added, "You’ve seen Zara Leighton, right? Claire Prescott is her friend, Kystral First High School’s beauty queen. The sunlight on her makes even the fine hairs on her face look good. Any man who sees her can’t help but be tempted."

The young master scoffed, "Her face is smoother than tofu, both pure and alluring. Doing it with her, that feeling would definitely be ecstatic."

Each phrase was filthy and obscene.

Initially, Keane Lowell hadn’t paid any attention to them, about to look for another quiet place.

But upon hearing the name "Claire Prescott," his expression immediately turned grim and cold, his dark, deep eyes became unfathomable under the night.

He didn’t even hear what was said on the other end of the phone, only saying lightly, "I’ll hang up now. I’ll call you back later."

After speaking, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and walked towards them.

The all-black attire on him accentuated his dangerous aura to the fullest.

Noticing his approach, the two next to him were intimidated into stifling their mocking smiles, becoming chill as icy fear took root at the sight of those deep, piercing eyes.

Only the young master didn’t notice and continued, "Unfortunately, no chance for such a blessing. It’s said on that night, she was by a group of men..."

Sensing something amiss, his voice weakened, then was suddenly choked out, his steps faltered and stopped.

Simultaneously.

A hand as strong as iron clamped around his throat.

The sensation of choking spread rapidly in an instant, his whole face flushed with blood.

He pried desperately at Keane Lowell’s hand, struggling to survive.

Keane Lowell’s eyes remained calm and indifferent, staunchly cutting off his breath and voice, as though killing him would be as simple as crushing an ant.

"What’s your name?"

He forgot.

He couldn’t speak.

Keane looked impatiently at the other two.

The two looked at him tremblingly, not knowing who he was, but evidently, this person was not someone to be trifled with.

So they turned and sold out Young Master Smith, reporting his name.

As soon as the words fell.

Keane dragged him and pinned him against the railing wall, exerting a bit more force, tossing him over the second floor like throwing trash.

Below, the lake water exploded with a loud splash, water spraying everywhere for a moment.

Those who witnessed the scene of someone falling into the lake screamed, and the noises echoed throughout the hotel grounds.

The lake surface soon regained its calm, no signs of struggling or cries for help, only faint ripples spreading, reflecting the endless deep night.

The two other men gazed in terror at his back, their faces paler than usual.

As his gaze swept over, a chilling wave swept over them.

"Dare to say Claire Prescott’s name again, and you will meet the same fate." Keane warned, his tone icy.

The two immediately realized why they had angered him and nodded incessantly, akin to receiving a surprise, sprinting away at full speed.

Gradually, Keane Lowell’s fury subsided.

After a moment of silence.

He took out his phone and dialed a number, speaking in a cool, thin voice...

A business conference, filled with elites.

The incident of Keane Lowell throwing someone into the lake gradually spread, impacting his reputation slightly, yet nobody rashly judged it.

No one knew what event could push such a consistently calm and steady person to such an extreme action, crossing limits.

At the entrance of the corridor, Zane White called out to the hurriedly exiting Assistant Cheney, asking, "Have they fished the person out?"

"They’ve been sent to the hospital."

Zane White breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the situation didn’t cost a life; it would’ve been hard to explain otherwise before so many witnesses.

"Where is he now?"

Assistant Cheney replied, "President Lowell has already left."

Zane White continued to probe, "What upset him so much?"

Assistant Cheney shook his head.

He had already guessed a bit when he went to delete the surveillance footage; likely it was something that guy named Jay Smith said that shouldn’t have been said, hence the consequence. Therefore, President Lowell had him investigate the past between Jay Smith and Claire Prescott in high school.

"Young Master White, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go attend to my work now."

After speaking, Assistant Cheney politely excused himself and departed briskly.

Zane White seemed to ponder but didn’t ask further, knowing that the situation had been handled thoroughly, no need for him to overly concern himself.