Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 477: What You Fear Comes to Pass

"That’s right, Flora, you’ve got classes tomorrow, so drink a little less and have a nice time with everyone."

Flora Lane thought about how she was new to the company, and everyone was taking good care of her. It wouldn’t be great if she didn’t go, plus it seemed to be an excuse to avoid Lucian Quinn.

She was worrying about what excuse she should use not to go looking for Lucian Quinn.

With that thought, Flora Lane nodded and accepted the invitation, "Alright, I’ll just eat and leave."

"Sure, sure, no problem, the manager is buying!"

The group of nearly twenty people walked out of the company, chatting and laughing.

The manager stood by the door, counting heads, ready to arrange transportation. Flora Lane stood in the corner, heart pounding, unsure whether Lucian Quinn had left the company yet, worried about bumping into him here.

"Ding—"

The phone in her bag chimed with a message. Flora Lane had never been so afraid of hearing the notification sound.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and fished her phone out of the bag. Glancing at a number she hadn’t yet saved, the message asked: "Off work yet?"

Staring at the message, Flora Lane hesitated whether to pretend she hadn’t seen it. Maybe she’d reply after leaving the company and say she forgot about the afternoon’s issue, apologize, and it should be fine.

Thinking this, Flora Lane shoved the phone back into her bag, nervously glancing toward the company elevator.

At this hour, there weren’t many people in the company, except for some late-working staff who probably were the last to leave.

"Linton’s car is here; Brother Armstrong, you guys go first. Reserve a table and order the dishes."

Watching the car leave, Flora Lane felt anxious, hoping the manager would arrange for her to leave first to avoid awkwardly encountering Lucian Quinn.

"Flora, you can ride in Lynn’s car later." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Flora Lane gave a dry smile and nodded, glancing at the elevator again.

Ironically, the more you fear something, the more likely it happens.

"Ding dong—" The elevator door opened with a sound.

Flora Lane only saw a leg wrapped in a gray-blue suit pants step out of the elevator. She quickly looked away, inconspicuously standing behind the door pillar, but the pillar was too narrow to conceal her.

Anxiously recalling that Lucian Quinn seemed to be wearing this color suit today.

The reaction of her colleagues next confirmed her suspicion.

"Hey, hey, it’s the boss, isn’t it?"

"Oh my God, why is the boss still at the company so late?"

Upon hearing the chat of the two girls beside her, the manager immediately glanced back, spotting Lucian Quinn walking towards the door. He went over with a smile to greet him, "Boss? Why are you still here so late?"

Lucian Quinn discreetly glanced toward Flora Lane’s direction, seeing her standing sideways near the pillar, pretending as if nothing happened while everyone else was looking his way.

"Hard work for you all. Looks like you’re heading out for a gathering?" Lucian Quinn approached, lightly smiling as he asked.

The manager promptly smiled and answered, "Yes, seeing everyone worked hard today, I thought of taking them out for a late-night snack."

Lucian Quinn asked, "Mind if I join?"

The manager was stunned, and the people around were also dumbfounded, Flora Lane even felt she might be hearing things.

After two seconds of silence, the manager smiled and quickly agreed, "Of course, of course, only we’re going to a food stall for some night beer, worried it might not suit you..."

Lucian Quinn casually replied, "I go often; it’s been a while since I’ve had a drink."

Hearing their conversation, Flora Lane felt a chill down her spine, completely not daring to look Lucian Quinn’s way, unsure what he was plotting.

Lucian Quinn’s car was parked nearby in a designated spot. He took out his keys and unlocked the car, watching the lights flashing, then said to everyone, "I can take a few with me in my car."

As he said this, Lucian Quinn’s gaze landed on Flora Lane. When she inadvertently glanced at him, their eyes locked, sending an electrifying jolt through her, hastily ducking her head, afraid Lucian Quinn would pick her in front of everyone.

Suddenly remembering Audrey Sutton’s fruit basket left in the lounge, Flora Lane seized the opportunity to tell the manager, "I forgot my stuff in the lounge. You guys go along; I’ll catch up after grabbing it."

The manager chuckled, "Sure, go quickly. Lynn’s car is coming soon; I’ll ask her to wait."

"Alright." Flora Lane responded, hurrying off toward the elevator as if fleeing.

Inside the elevator, she finally exhaled a long breath, feeling like she narrowly escaped, her body relaxed.

Back upstairs, she picked up the fruit basket, assuming Lucian Quinn had left, and not wanting Lynn to wait too long, Flora Lane rushed down the stairs.

Back in the lobby, the people who had been standing by the door were all gone.

Flora Lane jogged outside, expecting Lynn’s car to be waiting by the roadside, but as soon as she stepped out of the company door, she saw Lucian Quinn standing next to his black Aston, talking on the phone.

Flora Lane’s jogging came to an immediate halt; she tiptoed quietly as if not wanting to disturb him, craning her neck to peek towards the company door, not seeing Lynn’s car.

Lucian Quinn glanced at her, then softly spoke a few words into the phone before hanging up, turning to Flora Lane. As their eyes met, he said nothing but opened the passenger door, inviting, "Miss Lane, please."

His tone was calm, devoid of emotion.

Flora Lane awkwardly chuckled, "No need to trouble; I’ll just wait for their car, boss, you go ahead."

Lucian Quinn replied, "All the cars left. I stayed behind to wait for you; they already went."

Flora Lane: "..."

No amount of planning could have foreseen Lucian Quinn pulling this move.

She had already agreed with the others and couldn’t back out now.

Flora Lane prided herself as a veteran in matters of love; no need to act scared.

Feigning composure, she coughed, stepping toward Lucian Quinn’s open car door in her high heels, "Then I’ll trouble you, boss."

Watching her climb into the car, Lucian Quinn’s lips curled into a slight smile before he closed the car door.

The streets, though not cold and cheerless, couldn’t match the daytime hustle and bustle. The car smoothly drove down the road. Inside, apart from the official female voice of the GPS, there was nothing else.

Flora Lane feigned calm, staring straight ahead, occasionally sneaking sideways glances at Lucian Quinn.

Although her face was expressionless, her heart was already in turmoil.

Having encountered many men, she couldn’t figure out what Lucian Quinn was up to and still hadn’t understood what kind of man he was. Strangely, it felt like boarding a pirate ship.