Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Fraud
Rosalind Lynch over there thought Warren Prescott was considering her dignity, not wanting people passing outside to see her in this embarrassing state.
The hope that had initially faded in her heart reignited.
She shook her head stubbornly: "No, if you don’t agree, I won’t get up!"
Warren said "Fine," and sat down on the sofa.
"If you want to kneel, then kneel and listen."
Rosalind Lynch’s face turned a bit pale. What did this mean?
Warren, unhurried, lit a cigarette with a "click."
Amidst the swirling smoke, he spoke, "You just said a lot, but it all boils down to a few things."
"First, you said you would apologize to Ashley Shaw. That’s an issue between you and her. Whether she forgives you is entirely up to Ashley Shaw."
"If you want to bring this issue up with me, then sorry, she is she, and I am me. Whether you apologize or not has nothing to do with me."
"Second, you want me to help you, saying that without my help, your dad will kick you out of the house and even break your legs."
"Whether you get beaten has nothing to do with me either, so you needn’t say this to me. Kneeling before me is less effective than kneeling to your dad, begging him to be lenient."
Rosalind Lynch’s face turned paler, almost transparent.
"Warren..."
She wanted to say more, but Warren directly interrupted her.
"Lastly, I hope you pass on a message to Gavin Lynch."
"He wants me to buy their core technology for your sake."
"Ignoring whether your face is worth the price, in my eyes, that core technology is worthless."
"So instead of wasting time coming to me, you might as well find some clueless fool."
Upon hearing this, Rosalind Lynch finally found a point to argue.
"How could our core technology be worthless? Before our incident, wasn’t Uncle Prescott willing to cooperate with us on a new energy vehicle project? And as far as I know, the offer was quite high!"
Warren suavely asked, "Then why didn’t you ask your dad that currently the head of Prescott Group is Lars Prescott, not me, Warren Prescott. Even if the technology were to be sold, it should be sold to Lars, not to someone like me who’s still studying."
He lowered his stance, and Rosalind Lynch could sense it.
But she still didn’t fully grasp the deeper meaning and continued to explain for her dad: "Uncle Prescott was quite upset with my dad because of the press conference, so my dad wanted me to ask you..."
"Heh."
Warren sneered, "Sometimes I genuinely can’t tell if you’re naïve or just pretending to be."
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently, aside from bullying, you’re really clueless about other things."
"..." Rosalind Lynch’s scalp tightened, a look of embarrassment crossing her face.
"Since you don’t understand, I’ll spell it out for you. It wasn’t because Gavin Lynch had a spat with Lars Prescott and thus sent you to find me, but because Lars also realized your company’s technology is indeed worthless, so he didn’t even dare approach Lars. Instead, he used you to find me in hopes I’d take over your family’s falling business. He believes I’m still naive. It’s just a pity, I’m not the fool he thinks I am."
Even on Lars Prescott’s end, it was Warren who reminded him that times have changed, and the Lynch Group’s technology would soon be obsolete.
Lars handles real estate and other ventures well, but when it comes to new energy and technology, due to his age, he can’t keep up like Warren can.
However, what he doesn’t understand is easily grasped by the experts around him.
While he is stubborn, he isn’t ashamed to ask and quickly looked into it by consulting a few knowledgeable hands from his team.
After some understanding, he agreed with Warren’s view: The core technology of the Lynch Group might be valuable this year, but with rapid technological advancements, it’d likely be outdated by next year.
However, in developing a new energy project, it takes at least two to three years to start.
By then, just as they would be initiating the project, the technology would be obsolete, leaving them with nothing but outdated junk.
Rosalind Lynch didn’t understand business matters, but Warren’s words were simple and easy to understand. She quickly grasped the reasoning.
But knowing made her even more anxious at heart.
Besides anxiety, there was a hint of anger.
Her dad was essentially trying to con Warren by treating a dead horse as if it were still alive!
But even if it was to deceive, he should have informed her in advance instead of saying nothing, making her out to be a complete fool before Warren.
Rosalind Lynch slowly stood up from the ground and stepped towards Warren.
"I’m sorry... I wasn’t aware of these things before coming here."
"I know, which is why I’m telling you to pass this message to your dad, not to you. Additionally, I have something else to tell you."
Rosalind Lynch’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes glimmering.
"What is it?"
"Weren’t you going to apologize to Ashley Shaw?"
"Mm..."
"Don’t go disgusting her."
"..."
"Moreover, my last bit of friendship for you as a friend has been entirely exhausted today. So, this is the last time; if you come again, I won’t see you."
Saying this, he stood up from the sofa and started walking out.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turning to look at Rosalind Lynch whose face was white as a sheet.
"If you really find yourself struggling, just leave your home. With hands and feet like yours, why rely solely on the family?"
This was the most sincere advice he could offer as a friend to Rosalind Lynch.
But it was just that — nothing more.
He wouldn’t say more, and whether she heeded his advice was up to her.
After saying this, he pushed open the office door and walked out with large strides.
Less than half a minute after Warren left, Assistant Lowell arrived.
"Miss Lynch, our company is about to close, let me escort you out."
Rosalind Lynch knew this was a lie; when does a broadcasting company ever really close?
The staff are divided between day and night shifts, and at night, the night shift staff are still around, so how could it possibly close?
Yet she knew staying any longer would be pointless, and Assistant Lowell was giving her just a shred of dignity.
Still valuing face, she nodded lightly and followed Assistant Lowell out, stepping into the elevator.
Upon reaching the first floor, Assistant Lowell didn’t exit the elevator but called a receptionist to escort Rosalind Lynch.
"Escorting" her was actually just ensuring she left.
Rosalind Lynch said nothing, silently exiting through the revolving doors of Spectator Tower.
As she descended the steps outside, a car across the street flashed its headlights.
Instinctively shielding her eyes from the light, she adjusted to find it was her dad’s car.
For no specific reason, a wave of anger surged within her. She strode to the other side of the road, opened the car door, and got in.
Sure enough, sitting in the back seat was Gavin Lynch.
"Why did you lie to me! Why didn’t you tell me our family’s core technology is worthless?" she questioned immediately upon entering.