To the receptionist, he said, "Go call the security in."

At this point, Leanne Richards was still hopelessly naive, as if she genuinely believed she held some weight in her son Harry Hall’s heart.

Hearing Harry call for security, she even felt a bit smug.

She thought her son was listening to her, planning to chase Leo Hall away.

She shot a provocative glance in Leo Hall’s direction.

Leo Hall couldn’t bear to look at her foolishness.

At this time, the Hall Clan’s security had arrived, "President, what are your orders?"

Leanne was waiting on the side to see Leo’s embarrassment, only to hear Harry say:

"In the future, if Mrs. Hall comes to the Hall Clan without my permission, do not let her in."

Harry’s tone was exceedingly calm, yet it twisted Leanne’s previously triumphant expression.

The temper she was barely suppressing exploded instantly.

"Harry, what did you say, are you mistaken?"

"I am not mistaken."

Harry’s face was expressionless, "Mom, this is the last time I warn you, if you want the Richards Clan to do well, behave yourself. Stay out of my affairs, it’s better for you and better for Uncle."

Once his words fell, his icy gaze deepened, "Remember, this is the last time."

Leanne finally understood that Harry truly did not care about her, his biological mother.

Because Helen Melendy was one thing, but she didn’t expect him to be kinder to an illegitimate child who almost took Leo Hall’s father and the Hall Clan than to his own mother.

Why, why is that!

Leanne couldn’t understand, they were mother and son, the closest in the world, how could he be so heartless to her?

The anger and unwillingness in Leanne’s heart surged like a flood.

But thinking of how ruthlessly Harry had dealt with the Richards Clan, she forcibly suppressed this unwillingness.

If he had even a trace of familial affection, he wouldn’t embarrass her repeatedly.

If he could be so ruthless to his own mother, how could she expect him to spare her dear uncle?

Those recent examples were fresh in her mind, and even if Leanne was foolish, she’d know not to cause trouble now.

She didn’t dare confront Harry, so she turned and glared viciously at Leo, then stormed out of the Hall Clan.

Harry didn’t dwell on the earlier confrontation; he decisively dismissed Leanne, eager to know about the remedy in Leo’s possession.

"Has the antidote for Helen been prepared?"

Leo looked at Harry’s feigned calmness, beneath which lay visible anxiety and anticipation, and couldn’t resist probing to see more of his usually stoic expression change.

"Let’s talk upstairs."

"Hmm."

Harry responded calmly, appearing composed, but to outsiders, he seemed this way.

In reality, Harry could feel his hands sweating from nervousness.

In Harry’s office, his eagerness was even more apparent, "Where is it?"

Seeing Leo nonchalantly take out a small bottle from his pocket and toss it to him as if it were an insignificant item.

Yet Harry quickly reached out to catch it, handling it with such care as if afraid he might accidentally crush the vial with a single forceful move.