Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 319: "Where are you, my love?"

"Let him go through it if it will put him at ease," Gary said to one of the board members who seemed uneasy at the fact that Lucian was reading a contract himself for the first time since he had taken over the company from his father.

Gary had always tried to talk him into going through the contracts he signed, but he always said no one would cheat him as he trusted his employees to handle everything right. And many times, they had been cheated in the end in the contracts, which had been why they were going down in the business world.

Lucian didn’t quite understand many things he read in the contract, so he tapped Gary and pointed at it for him to explain what it meant. "It says your company will be compensated double the price you spend if any losses were to occur in the project."

"Hmm," Lucian hummed and resumed reading the rest in detail with the help of his assistant. The more he read, the more a few in the room got anxious and nervous. When he reached the last page, a frown slowly made it’s way on Lucian’s face as he pointed for Gary to explain a part he was finding hard to understand.

As Gary read the part, he frowned and gasped in disbelief as well. "No way in hell! This part is completely opposite to the beginning where it was agreed that you will be paid compensation for losses. It says here that any losses would entirely fall on the Penn Corp!"

"If the building gets ruined or damaged like the first one, you mean I will pay for everything the others who put money to build it spent on it?" Lucian asked with a cold scoff, and when Gary nodded his head, he slammed the contract on the table and stood up.

"You must be courting death, are you? Did you take me for a fool?" He laughed humorlessly as he glared at them with his cold amber eyes.

Yeah, they had taken him for a fool because he had always been one until now. He never read contracts nor stayed to analyze them like he did now.

That day, they saw the side they’d never seen of Lucian Xander Penn. He threw them out and fired every one of his board members who had claimed to have gone through the contract and thought it was safe for him to sign. It seemed the modern Lucian was nourishing backstabbers in his company—no wonder he was losing!

Lucian would have put them all in the dungeon and tortured them beyond recognition if Gary hadn’t told him that he had no dungeon and soldiers. How could a king be without both? He had wondered briefly before he dismissed them all and told him to lock them in the cell he had locked that bastard using his phone while Lucian had ordered them to be silent.

"Do you want us to press charges on them? We can also expose them to the media and make sure they never get to cheat anyone again." Gary had said, and though Lucian didn’t know what half of what he said meant, he had nodded for him to do that immediately as a form of torture.

Now, as Lucian stood in a room they called his office, where his desk was a sleek mahogany and a black leather chair with a wall of glass that gave him a view of the modern world, Lucian stood before the glass watching the city, his hands tucked inside his pockets as he waited for Gary to come back from pressing whatever charge he had gone to press on those snakes in human form.

The more he looked at the vast world, the more he felt terrified that he might never find her before his time was up here. He had told Gary to summon an artist for him, and the fool had asked,

"Do you want to get a new art collection for your room?"

"No, I want to find my wife. I need a good artist to make her portraits. Can you summon him after you finish pressing the charge?"

Gary had looked at him like he had grown two heads and then laughed, "Boss, I don’t know what prank you have been playing since morning. Can you please show me the hidden camera angle? Because I’m sure as hell you’d puke once you rewatch yourself talking about a wife. You never liked it when Elder Mr. Penn talked to you about marriage or a wife."

When Gary saw that his boss wasn’t laughing along with him and was scowling darkly and in displeasure, he slowly stopped laughing. "You aren’t being serious, are you?"

"Do I look like I am playing with you, assistant? Summon a good artist for me!" Lucian had said in a no-nonsense voice with no hint of humor because he didn’t share the fool’s humor when his wife could be lost to him forever if he failed to find her now.

Gary had obviously not taken his words about finding his wife seriously, as he had remarked under his breath as he left the office, "I guess you needed another woman’s painting down."

Now, Lucian stood with shimmering amber eyes that glistened with tears he refused to let fall. His heart hurt at the little possibility that he would fail. He missed her every second of the day and longed to turn back time to when she had first come into his world. If she was in this world, what was she doing now? Where was she? Was she missing him as much as he missed her? Did it hurt her lungs to breathe or her heart to beat when she thought about their days and time together? Did she feel just as miserable, barely holding on to life because she wasn’t with him?

Because he was feeling all that and worse. His throat hurt to swallow whenever he remembered her, and his body seemed to be dying slowly from the inside. But the fact that he could still find her was the only reason he was still functioning and living. Yet, his mind could not wrap around where she could be now.

Did she go back to that disgusting family of hers? Was she even in Selene’s form or Aveline’s? He didn’t know, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he was becoming of failing this. If he failed, he would rather die than go back to a world without her.

Though he was desperate to find her, he didn’t know in what form she had returned to this time. And the thought that she wasn’t anywhere close to where he was always made his heart feel like it was pumping needles instead of blood because every tissue and fiber hurt. He was barely holding on to the little hope Rylan had planted in him, and he feared that if he lost that hope, he would lose himself yet again. He needed a lead to follow, a sign that he wasn’t searching for a little pin amidst a pile of hay.

"Where are you, my love?" He whispered to himself at the same time Gary walked in to report to him.

"Those bastards have been all over the news after word got out of what happened this morning," Gary said as he turned on the flat-screen TV in the office for Lucian to see how he was now being the talk of the news in less than five hours since he’d exposed those scammers.

Lucian blinked away his tears before he turned to the screen on the wall. He was too emotional to get fascinated by this modern wonder. He made his way to his desk and asked as he sat down, "Have you summoned the artist?" He was more concerned for his wife’s whereabouts than some company and gossips on screen.

"Yes. I have made an appointment for him to meet you," Gary told him as he muted the TV when Lucian looked uninterested in the sensation he had stirred in the media. Shouldn’t he be happy and boasting about it to his father and everyone he knew? Instead, there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes and demeanor as he sat behind his desk, his elbow propped on it, his face held down in his hands. He slipped his fingers into his short, side-faded hair and looked up at him.

"When will he answer my summons?"

"Well, I have made the appointment, and his secretary told me he’s gone to London for some art exhibition and will be back in two days. They will get back to me once he’s back. You said you wanted one of the best," he added when Lucian’s face began to darken at the delay.

"Why is everything in this damned world so hard?" he muttered in frustration as he massaged his head.

"Boss, since we have lost this deal, how about you check out the Trinity Company? Or are you still going to drag on until she agrees to go out with you?" Gary said after a long moment of silence, during which Lucian looked lost in thought.

Lucian turned his eyes on the assistant, who seemed to like hovering over him when he needed time to think. "What are you talking about? Is there another meeting I have to attend?"

Gary gave him a sly smile as he wiggled his brows. "Have you forgotten about the Trinity company? Ellenor Hart, the well-known doctor whose family runs a tech company and wanted one of your lands to build a mechanical tech lab? The ever-so-hot Elle, every man would kiss the floor she walks on, and you’ve kept her request for a meeting with her family’s company hanging until she accepts to go on a date with you. I think this is the time to contact them, don’t you think?"

Lucian stared at Gary blankly. "Why should I contact them?"

"Because Penn Corp needs that collaboration now. We have lost this deal and you need to make your father proud, just like you have planned to do. Aren’t you the same person who said the company’s progress will make him bounce back to health? You said you are willing to do anything and prove to your family that you are useful and make them proud. The Harts are a well-known family and I’m sure as hell they will not try to scam us."

Lucian was barley listening to all his rambling because something else made him frown this time. "Lucian Xander has an opportunity to work with a real company without being cheated, but because he wants the woman, he isn’t accepting to work with them until she accepts him—is that it?"

Gary shrugged. "Well, that’s how you’ve been working. Besides, Elle is one big bitch, and she’s as cold and hard as a stone. No man has ever succeeded in breaking through her cold facade, and she’s too proud. You didn’t want to work with her but only taste her cherry, like you said. But now, I think you should really consider investing in her family’s tech project."

Lucian was already tired of all this Lucian’s nonsense and the company problems. He was starving and needed to be alone to think, and the more he learned about the body he was possessing, the more disappointed he was. Did he know anything apart from women?

"Accept the meeting," Lucian said with a sigh as he got up from his desk. He needed to leave this office.

"When should I set it for?"

Lucian thought about it. He would like to have time to ask around tomorrow again for Aveline Eamon, and this office was in his way. "In three days."