Chapter 111: Chapter 111

Just as Landon Lawson was leaving the IT department with Evan Quinn, he suddenly received a call from the company secretary. During the call, he glanced at Evan Quinn beside him, and with an indifferent expression, said, "Alright, I’ll head back now."

Evan Quinn had a great time visiting the IT company, and was noticeably more excited. On the way back, he kept pestering him about coming back next time.

When Landon Lawson’s car stopped at the Lawson Group’s underground parking lot, Evan Quinn scratched his head in confusion. They hadn’t had lunch yet, nor had they gone home; why suddenly dash to the company? Weren’t they afraid that he’d leak company secrets?

"Let’s swing by the company first to handle some things," Landon Lawson said slowly, leading Evan Quinn into the elevator.

The secretary was waiting at the staircase for Landon Lawson. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, she took Evan Quinn’s hand.

"They’re already waiting inside," the secretary said with a worried glance at Landon Lawson, and then at Evan Quinn, whom she had in hand. Although Landon wore a suit jacket, he was dressed in matching parent-child outfits with this little boy.

What is this child’s identity? Why do those paparazzi inside insist on seeing Landon Lawson in person? Could it have something to do with this child?

Landon Lawson nodded, and told Evan Quinn by his side, "Wait here for me, we’ll go home in a bit."

Evan Quinn nodded obediently, allowing the secretary to hold his hand. His well-behaved look left the young secretary a bit spellbound, making her feel as if this child seemed somewhat familiar.

Landon Lawson pushed the door open and entered. The three people inside rose up when they saw him, eyes gleaming brightly.

"I take it you’re all waiting for me," Landon Lawson casually sat on the sofa, his tall frame exuding a cool aura that made the three inside momentarily pause, feeling the pressure emanating from him.

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How could he be so unabashedly confident?

One of them cleared his throat, meeting Landon’s steady gaze with unease at his unruffled, calm look.

"We’ve come here today to discuss something with President Lawson. After all, President Lawson holds significant influence in our city; even a tiny piece of news can create a stir."

Landon Lawson regarded the man across from him, his cool face void of extra expression. Though they had yet to state their intentions, with his years in business and five years alongside Vera Yates, due to her being an actress, the two often faced these entertainment reporters.

As soon as these people spoke, Landon could roughly guess. Apparently, they’ve captured something?

"Back then, when my relationship with Vera Yates was captured by you, it was the same scenario as now. You came to me with the photos, seeking hush money to bury the news."

Landon rarely spoke so much. Back then, his relationship with Vera Yates came to light after one night when they and Miles Grant shared a dinner. Vera had too much to drink, and he ended up taking her back to her apartment. The paparazzi caught them in the act, threatening him and Vera’s agency with the photos.

Landon Lawson was not one to easily compromise, and under the agency’s proposal, they went public with their "relationship" as a mutually agreed bound couple.

It seemed these people today were also here driven by some interest.

The three exchanged glances. Had Landon Lawson figured it out?

"As expected of President Lawson, dealing with someone as clever as you isn’t tiring. Let’s be straightforward then."

As these words fell, the few took out a stack of photos from their bags and pushed them across the table.

Landon Lawson squinted at the photos laid before him, featuring him and Evan Quinn. The corners of his mouth lifted subtly, his composure steady, not even showing a hint of surprise.

Yet that slight smile froze the group. He could still laugh at such a thing?

Another one seemed slightly agitated, rubbing his hands together excitedly, "President Lawson is truly a brave man; seeing these photos and remaining so calm."

Landon Lawson clasped his hands beneath his chin, his slightly long bangs obscuring his eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The three were delighted. They knew Landon Lawson wouldn’t let this illegitimate child rumor leak, else his relationship with Vera Yates would terminate, impacting him personally.

"That depends on President Lawson’s sincerity. We brought these photos straight to you, knowing their importance to you personally."

This opportunity could allow them to extort a handsome sum from Landon Lawson, ensuring a worry-free future.

"Indeed, they’re quite important to me," Landon Lawson weighed the photos in his hand, his calm demeanor showing no trace of emotion, only a slowly rising smile.

He placed the photos down, taking out his wallet, making the trio’s eyes widen in excitement. Clearly, Landon was going to write a check; the question was, how much was he willing to write it for?

Skipping past the check and bank cards, Landon suddenly paused, realizing he’d forgotten something. Apologizing with a smile, he called the young secretary in.

The secretary came in, her eyes falling on the photos on the table. It was exactly as she had guessed, indeed related to the child outside.

"President Lawson, you called for me."

Landon Lawson looked up at the secretary, speaking suddenly, "Do you have a hundred yuan in cash?"

The young secretary was momentarily stunned, full of doubt, as were the three on the opposite side. She nodded woodenly, taking out a red hundred-yuan bill from her wallet.

"I’ll repay you tomorrow!" Landon Lawson gave a light chuckle, handing the one hundred yuan from the secretary to the three paparazzi.

The trio stared blankly at the hundred-yuan bill, frozen for a long moment until Landon placed the money in their hands.

"What do you mean by this?"

"Your hard-earned money," Landon Lawson said with a mocking smile.

Hard-earned money? Only a hundred bucks? Their stiff smiles reflected their shock; they expected far more than just a hundred yuan. Did he think a mere hundred would appease them?

"President Lawson, you’re kidding, right? Do you think such news is only worth this much?"

One of them scoffed coldly. A hundred bucks? An insult?

"And how much do you think it’s worth?" The cool voice suddenly rang out.