Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 689: Chapter 689: The Wild, Pulling, Cool Man

One and a half years later.

Linton City Airport was bustling with people.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black Lexus cars stopped outside the airport, surrounding a luxurious limited edition Lincoln Stretch Limousine in the middle.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the fleet of luxury cars that had appeared unexpectedly, and they took out their phones to take pictures of the vehicles parked along the roadside.

At this moment, a man escorted by airport security came out of the ultra VIP passage.

The man was about 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his long legs were even more dazzling than the models on the runway! Although he was wearing sunglasses, they couldn’t hide his handsome face. Just by looking at his tall nose and thin lips, one could imagine how beautiful the eyes hidden behind the sunglasses were!

Although the man exuded an aura of not wanting to be approached by strangers, he still attracted a group of screaming girls.

“Which star is this? Oh my God, I’m totally a fan now, he’s so handsome.”

“I don’t know, but he’s so handsome! I’ve never seen a man looking so dashing and manly in a simple thin sweater.”

“He’s got such a good temperament and physique.”

The airport security dutifully kept those who wanted to approach at a distance. Soon, the man reached the exit. The Bentley driver quickly opened the door for him, carefully shielding the car frame with his palm, “Lord.”

“Mm.”

Baron Lawrence sat down emotionlessly in the car.

Soon, the Lexus cars escorted the Lincoln Stretch Limousine in the middle as they left the airport…

30 minutes later.

The Lincoln stopped in front of a majestic building.

Two rows of neatly dressed men and women stood at the entrance. As soon as the Lincoln car steadies, everyone waiting at the door bowed and greeted in unison, “Good day, President Lawrence.”

“Good day, President Lawrence.”

“Good day, President Lawrence.”

The man walking in the center, exiting from the car, was like a patrolling emperor, untouchable.

The secretary quickly caught up to his rapid pace, reporting briefly as they walked, “President Lawrence, the meeting is all set. All the directors and branch office general managers have arrived.”

“Make some coffee.”

“Yes.”

“Inform them, the meeting will begin in one minute!”

“Alright.”

The secretary’s forehead was covered in sweat, not daring to waste a second, he hurried to the side to make a phone call, notifying those upstairs to pass on the order.

The huge conference room on the 66th floor, capable of accommodating over a hundred people, was already prepared. The familiar directors and general managers were all chatting about Baron Lawrence’s peacekeeping mission in Country T.

Just as the conversation was in full swing, the conference room doors were flung open with a bang —

The protagonist of their conversation appeared in their line of vision, an intense oppressive presence felt instantly by everyone. Unable to control themselves, they all shut their mouths, looking down and flipping through the meeting materials in front of them…

Over the past year or so, Lord’s pressure had grown stronger and stronger, often making it difficult to breathe when being in the same room as him.

It was no wonder, after all, during Lord’s counter-terrorism mission, he reportedly led a team that took down a terrorist organization’s lair, rescuing hundreds of hostages. With such decisiveness and ruthlessness, how could one not feel breathless?

The man at the root of it all seemed unaware of how powerful his aura was. He indifferently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a fair and strong wrist. His sharp gaze swept across the room, saying, “I’ve been away on a mission and didn’t have time to manage you all. Now, each of you, summarize one by one! Each person has three minutes, focus on the key points, and I’ll listen!”