Chapter 644

“Mr. Farwell, then shall we…?” someone began, seeking Lucian’s opinion.

Lucian remained silent, turning toward the employee lane the manager had mentioned. He’d taken only two steps when a hysterical woman’s voice cut through the air. “Roxanne Jarvis, this is all your fault! If not for you, Jack wouldn’t ignore me!”

Lucian stopped. The others around him halted as well, casting him confused glances. Cayden, however, understood Lucian’s reaction. “Mr. Farwell, I’ll take a look,” he offered.

Lucian nodded curtly, a dark look in his eyes. Cayden, having received his employer's assent, strode toward the hotel entrance. The others waited, puzzled. Hadn't Mr. Farwell seemed repulsed by the scene? Why this sudden interest?

A moment later, Cayden returned and whispered to Lucian. Lucian’s expression immediately darkened, the air around him seeming to chill. Those present held their breath.

“That’s all for today. Let’s go,” Lucian said, his gaze expressionless as it swept over the crowd at the hotel entrance. He then headed for the doorway.

The others exchanged uncertain glances. “My apologies,” Cayden said smoothly, “Mr. Farwell has a matter to attend to. We’ll continue this another day.”

Cayden’s firm gaze prompted their departure. They left via the employee lane with the manager.

Once they were gone, Cayden sighed in relief and turned toward the hotel entrance. How could such coincidences keep happening? He’d lost count of how many social events Lucian attended that also involved Roxanne. And this time, a drunk woman was causing trouble. He wondered how things would unfold once Mr. Farwell reached them.

Jessica’s words had once again placed Roxanne in the spotlight. A headache formed; Roxanne had no idea how to explain herself. To outsiders, she probably looked like a shameless woman.

She looked at the small crowd around them; everyone wore dubious expressions. Perhaps they felt superior to the commotion. Their gazes shifted away under Roxanne's scrutiny. She felt utterly helpless.

“Ms. Hightower…” Roxanne began, intending to defend herself, even knowing it would be difficult to reason with a drunkard. But a commotion from the crowd interrupted her. She turned instinctively toward the noise, where she saw a tall figure striding towards her.

All eyes turned to the man. His hair was slicked back, revealing sharp features, knitted brows, and thin lips pressed into a tight line—clear signs of irritation. His tailored suit accentuated his noble bearing.