<h4>Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Seeking Death!</h4>


    Alexander Johnson clenched his fist, the veins on his hand bulging one by one with restrained fury. Yet, he forcefully suppressed the rage boiling inside and stood there, picking up his phone to call Lucas Hughes.


    "Alright."


    Lucas answered the call right in front of Chloe Simpson, who was sitting next to him. Naturally, she could hear everything clearly.


    Alexander knew Chloe had heard it. At this point, his chest was seething with anger, leaving no room for worry over such details.


    After hanging up, he went straight back to his office.


    Chloe just stared nkly as Alexander’s figure disappeared from her sight before turning back and grabbing Lucas’s hand.


    "I’m going with you," Chloe said, her gaze unwaveringly determined.


    "It’s fine, don’t worry," Lucas quickly reassured, gripping Chloe’s hand in return.


    Of course, Lucas wanted nothing less than Chloeing with him—otherwise, how could his n proceed smoothly?


    But Chloe was genuinely uneasy. In the end, she followed Lucas to the door of the office. However, she didn’t go in.


    She instead sat in therge conference room for psychological consultations not far away.


    And right nearby was Alexander Johnson’s office.


    Lucas knocked on the door, and the moment he stepped inside, he was engulfed by the suffocatingly low pressure radiating from Alexander.


    "M-Mr. Johnson..."


    He stood there with his head bowed, cautiously opening his mouth, fearing to misstep and offend Alexander.


    "I told you, in the hospital, call me Director Johnson."


    Alexander gave him a cold, sweeping nce and asked, "Where’s Chloe?"


    Lucas replied, "She’s in the conference room next door."


    "I heard everything Chloe said just now."


    After hearing the answer, Alexander took a deep breath, seemingly attempting to suppress the anger ring within him, and finally spoke.


    He threw out just one cold sentence, his eyes as sharp as daggers stabbing into Lucas.


    In that moment, he truly looked like a devil about to awaken from the depths of hell—terrifying and bone-chilling.


    "D-Director Johnson, p-please let me exin. Things aren’t what you think! I never once told Chloe the child was mine. I haven’t even had the chance to talk about what happened that day, to tell her that the person that night was you. Chloe jumped to conclusions and said all of that first."


    "Everything you overheard just now—those were her words, not mine, I swear. I have nothing to do with them, absolutely nothing. If I’m lying in the slightest, may lightning strike me dead on the spot!"


    Lucas’s knees buckled, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees in front of Alexander.


    "You wouldn’t dare," Alexander said, narrowing his eyes, the oppressive aura around him lifting slightly.


    "Y-Yes, of course not. Rest assured, Director Johnson. I’ll go back and find an opportunity to exin everything to Chloe—about the child, and about that night," Lucas nodded repeatedly, making a firm and decisive promise.


    But just as Lucas finished speaking and before Alexander could say anything, his phone rang.


    It was a call from Jack Woods.


    Alexander answered, "Hello."


    "Eldest Young Master, we’ve got trouble. News about you and Miss Simpson has leaked online—it’s already trending as the number one topic. And, well... and..." Jack stammered toward the end.


    "And what? Speak!" Alexander’s face went from cold to utterly thunderous, darkening like a storm.


    "And even Miss Simpson’s pregnancy has been revealed alongside it," Jack finally said after taking a deep breath.


    "Courting death!"


    Unable to suppress his fury any longer, Alexander grabbed the ss on his desk and smashed it to pieces with a resounding crash.