She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 357: I Can Afford the Loss

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: I Can Afford the Loss

Isaiah Lewis’s face turned deathly pale, fear filling his eyes as he looked back and forth between Waylon Lewis and Hope Williams, as if everything was beyond his expectations and caught him off guard.

"Since you prefer to follow the Fuller Family’s lead, the old master has decreed that from now on, you are no longer a member of the Lewis Family. Return everything the Lewis Family has given you," Waylon’s voice was steady, yet it was imbued with a chilling aloofness.

Isaiah stumbled backward two steps, his gaze dark and vicious. Pointing at Waylon, he accused, "You bastard, you backstabbed me!"

Waylon sneered, "Did I force you to betray the Lewis Family?"

Isaiah gritted his teeth, rendered speechless.

"Additionally," Waylon turned his eyes to the iron-faced Old Master Fuller, "as of today, all cooperation between the Lewis Clan and Fuller Clan is hereby terminated."

Thomas Hughes stepped forward with the contract, "Chairman Fuller, here is the breach of contract and the penalty fee. You have one day to pay all the penalties, or we’ll see you in court."

Old Master Fuller lifted his sinister eyes, glaring at Waylon’s cold countenance, his teeth clenched as he spoke, "Waylon Lewis, have you lost your mind? The partnership between the Lewis Clan and Fuller Clan has lasted for over a decade. The projects currently in production alone amount to several billion. Canceling the cooperation now, will it only be my Fuller Clan suffering losses? Can your Lewis Clan escape from this?"

"Oh."

Waylon’s laughter was light.

"I can afford the loss, but you can’t."

The Lewis Clan was the Fuller Clan’s largest investor. Now, the cancellation of their partnership and the demand for penalty payments was practically a death sentence for the Fuller Clan.

Old Master Fuller glared furiously at Waylon, wishing he could bore a hole through him with his stare.

Waylon no longer uttered another word to him, taking Hope Williams by the hand and leaving the Fuller Family estate.

"That’s it?"

Hope Williams arched an eyebrow at Waylon.

Waylon’s handling of the situation was much "gentler" than Hope had anticipated.

As Waylon wrapped an arm around Hope’s slender waist and walked forward, a smile curved on his lips, "It’s not that simple."

Old Master Fuller shakily picked up the document, his eyes scanning over the figure for the penalty fee.

The sum of multiple collaborations amounted to nearly several tens of billions!

This was daylight robbery!

The Lewis Family’s investment in the Fuller Clan included major projects. Canceling these projects and demanding payment for the breach of contract meant completely cutting off the Fuller Clan’s financial lifeline.

If projects stopped and the financial chain broke, the Fuller Clan would face bankruptcy and still owe a huge sum of money.

If Old Master Fuller didn’t pay the penalty, he would be at fault. Once Waylon presented the existing evidence in court, Old Master Fuller would be legally prosecuted. The bankruptcy of the Fuller Clan would ensue, and he would be facing imprisonment.

Old Master Fuller clutched his chest, his face tightening, his hands convulsing on his shirt on the sofa.

The old butler hurried over, "Master, what’s wrong with you? Someone, quick, take Old Master Fuller to the hospital, hurry!"

Waylon Lewis took Hope Williams back home, where as they entered, the warmth from the heating system enveloped them.

Hope looked around but didn’t see Luke or Willow, who would usually rush to embrace her as soon as they knew she was home.

Just as she was about to call out for Luke and Willow, an irritated voice came from the living room.

"Uncle Cloud, you’ve lost again, you’re really weak, aren’t you?"

"Let’s go at it again, I refuse to believe this."

Hearing the noises, Waylon’s face instantly darkened.

Following the sound, Hope stepped further inside, her brows knotting severely, "Liam Cloud?"

"Finally back, I’ve been waiting for you," said Liam Cloud, holding a game controller with Luke, their eyes focused on the intense on-screen battle. In the midst of this, he looked up and glanced at her.

Coincidentally, he locked eyes with Waylon.

Hope could feel a tension-like gunpowder igniting in the air in an instant.

Her eyes flicked towards Waylon, whose handsome face was frighteningly grim.

"Cough." Hope gave a light, embarrassed cough, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," Liam said, having lost his game. He threw the controller aside and walked towards Hope.

Waylon stepped forward to block Liam’s path, his expression dark, "Leave."

Liam’s steps halted momentarily, his lips curling into a sharp smile.

"Who is in charge of this house?"

Without a doubt, it was Hope!

Waylon frowned.

"Hope Williams didn’t drive me out," Liam’s eyes slowly shifted as he looked at Hope with a smile, "Right?"

Waylon’s cold handsome face involuntarily twitched.

Hope, "..."

"And after all, I did put in a lot of effort this time, is this how you treat your benefactor?" Liam taunted Waylon.

"If it weren’t for you, would there have been so many troubles?"

"Okay then." Liam’s brows lifted teasingly, "You really are an ingrate."

Hope massaged her temples, feeling a headache brewing, and tugged at Waylon’s clothes, "Alright, Liam did indeed find the evidence this time, and we did misunderstand him at first."

"At least Hope Williams is sensible," said Liam, his lips curling as he moved towards Hope bypassing Waylon.

"Is everything resolved today?"

Hope nodded, "Yes, it’s settled, thank you for finding the evidence."

"Don’t mention it." Liam replied generously.

"Just treat me to a meal."

Waylon’s face instantly turned even colder, someone daring to ask his wife for a meal in front of him was truly bold.

"Someone!"

Immediately, two burly bodyguards entered from outside.

"Throw him out."

Upon hearing this, the repressed coldness in Liam suddenly surged up.

Waylon too clenched his jaw, anger rising.

The two men seemed on the verge of igniting a violent storm at any second.