CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 339: IF YOU WANT TO DIE, THEN JUMP

This useless piece of trash, truly despicable.

"I got it."

Leon Keane hung up the phone, the vein on his temple slightly pulsing, having to leave the hospital first to deal with Lucas Pierce’s situation.

Leon Keane walked into the ward, Ivana Monroe had closed her eyes again.

He knew she wasn’t asleep this time.

"Honey, I have something to deal with, I might be able to come and accompany you only very late today."

Ivana Monroe didn’t make a sound, her closed long eyelashes slightly trembling, she wanted to say to him: You’re so busy, don’t bother coming.

In the end, she didn’t say it out loud.

Saying it would certainly make Leon Keane unhappy, the two would argue again, so why say it? Better to wait for him to speak first, and she would graciously give up her place.

Ivana Monroe heard Leon Keane’s departing footsteps, her heart twisted in pain, her eyes welled up again, the tear stubbornly flowing from her tightly closed eyelids, moistening her lashes.

All signs were showing that she cared greatly about this man.

Ivana Monroe thought with frustration: If she had a pill of regret, she would turn back time, go back to when she and Leon Keane hadn’t gotten their marriage certificate, she’d never let him coax her into it, she’d definitely cut everything clean.

That way, her heart wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t ache.

~

Leon Keane drove, speeding to the scene of Lucas Pierce’s suicide attempt.

No mistake.

Not the hospital, it’s the scene of the incident.

This was a six-story office building of MicroNew Corp, gathered below were numerous workers, there were police cars, ambulances, rescue cushions, and nets for pulling.

"President Kane, President Kane is here, Manager Pierce, please don’t lose heart!" A chubby, big-bellied middle-aged man, with sharp eyes, suddenly shouted upon spotting Leon Keane.

All the workers, along with police officers and paramedics, turned their gaze to Leon Keane.

There were reporters who had been waiting here for the live broadcast, their cameras all pointed at Leon Keane.

Derrick Stern arrived before Leon Keane, seeing the reporters swarm towards Leon Keane, he frowned fiercely, rushing to block them: "Stop filming, stop filming, aren’t you annoyed? It’s a matter of life and death, and you’re still gathering here to block the way?"

The police also came to intervene, extremely annoyed by this group of reporters who wouldn’t stop causing a ruckus.

Derrick Stern smoothly reached Leon Keane’s side, raising his hand to fend off the reporters’ cameras while shielding Leon Keane as they walked inside.

Leon Keane asked coldly: "Didn’t Lucas Pierce jump to commit suicide? Jumped this long and hasn’t died?"

Derrick Stern was sweating all over, President Kane! There are reporters everywhere here, every word and action of yours will be filmed by them, please speak cautiously!

Derrick Stern lowered his voice: "He’s not dead, he jumped from the fifth floor, a sycamore tree on the third floor happened to catch him."

Speaking, Derrick Stern pointed to the sycamore tree.

Leon Keane’s dark eyes glanced over, finally noticing a young man in a green suit in the hanging yellow sycamore willow, clutching the trunk, straddling where the branches fork.

His gaze also turned to Leon Keane, with several scars on his face, looking at Leon Keane, he felt a bit guilty, but quickly his eyes revealed malice.

If it weren’t for Leon Keane pushing him, he wouldn’t have had to suffer such shame and punishment as he does now.

Lucas Pierce restrained his malice, pretending to cry bitterly: "President Kane, I have wronged you! I don’t have the ability to resolve MicroNew Corp’s current financial crisis, all banks refuse to lend to me, I’m just three billion short to let MicroNew Corp pass the crisis, revive. But I can’t do it... can’t do it! I can only atone to President Kane with my death."

"President Kane, don’t stop me, just let me die, living has no meaning anymore, no value, boo-hoo-hoo..."

Leon Keane sneered, if you want to die, jump from the top of a thirty-some story building in Ravenswood! Guarantee one jump, one death.

Picking a lower level with a big tree, jumping from the fifth floor, you’re not earnest in dying.

"Manager Pierce, don’t say that, you’re loyal to President Kane, we see your dedication to MicroNew Corp. Since you joined MicroNew Corp, it’s always you who arrives the earliest and leaves the latest, often staying late into the night. These are your values! Believe President Kane will help us MicroNew Corp."

"That’s right, Manager Pierce, even if the business fails, we can start over, there’s only one life, losing it means no chance to try again. If you truly feel guilty to President Kane, you should live strong and revive MicroNew Corp."

"They’re right, Manager Pierce, come down! See how much President Kane cares for you? He came in person, I think he’s here to help us MicroNew Corp through the crisis, his previous refusal to invest more was testing you, Manager Pierce!"

Several high-level management from MicroNew Corp, like an ensemble performing a play, seeming to persuade Lucas Pierce, but in truth, each word was pressuring Leon Keane to bring out the money?

Lucas Pierce even calculated the amount he wanted... three billion.

Does he think Leon Keane runs a bank?

Leon Keane’s expression was icy cold.

At this moment.

Lucas Pierce’s gaze landed on Leon Keane, as if someone stuck in mud, needing Leon Keane as a guiding light to find direction.

Lucas Pierce asked: "President Kane, are you here to help me and MicroNew Corp?"

In other words, his life or death depended on Leon Keane’s single reply.

All gazes suddenly converged again on Leon Keane, police, reporters, MicroNew Corp’s management, and the clueless lower-level employees.

Except a few guilty-minded management members, waiting tensely for Leon Keane’s answer.

Everyone would think Leon Keane should help MicroNew Corp, since it’s also a company under The Kanes, by principle, they’re all Leon Keane’s employees!

Besides, look, Manager Pierce is so dedicated, not hesitating to jump for MicroNew Corp, using life to exchange.

They believe a manager responsible to this extent for the company, now just in temporary turmoil, once this crisis is over, MicroNew Corp in his hands would definitely be thriving.

Leon Keane sneered: "If I recall correctly, my mother assigned you to MicroNew Corp... Back then when I handed it over to you, MicroNew Corp had an annual output value of one billion, deducting all costs and personnel salaries, the net profit was also three hundred million."

Lucas Pierce’s fingers tightly grasped the tree trunk, Leon Keane intentionally said these things, revealing his connections publicly? Slapping his face?

Exactly.

That’s exactly what Leon Keane intended.

Leon Keane continued: "When you initially came, I considered that you lacked management experience and business experience, so I kept that year’s net profit in MicroNew Corp, giving you capital to practice..."