Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1292

"Alright. I'll wait for you in the car. Don't take too long." Sonia did not reject Toby's suggestion and merely nodded in

agreement.

Toby stroked her hair gently. "I'll be quick. Half an hour at most."

"Okay." She nodded with a smile. "I'll be waiting."

He looked at Tom. "Send her to the car." He didn't want her to go to the car alone.

She knew that he had asked Tom to escort her because he was worried that she would stumble upon some people

on the way, so she didn't refuse and walked away with Tom.

After Toby watched them leave and their figures disappear from his sight, he shoved his hands in his pockets and

strode toward the direction of the elevator.

The room where Harry and Lynette were a few floors below. It was not on the floor of the banquet hall.

When he arrived at the room's door, the two bodyguards who guarded the entrance greeted him respectfully, "Mr.

Fuller."

"How are they?" Toby stopped in his tracks and inquired.

One of the bodyguards glanced at the closed door and reported, "Both of them are inside. We check on them every

ten minutes, and they didn't do anything unusual."

Toby nodded slightly. "Open the door."

"Yes, sir."

The two bodyguards nodded, reached out simultaneously, and pushed the door open for him.

Both Harry and Lynette heard the sound of the door opening, but none of them looked up. They were not interested

because they assumed that it was the bodyguard again.

Harry sat on a big chair with his eyes half-lidded. He seemed to be asleep, and it was as if he was thinking about

something at the same time. Meanwhile, Lynette, who sat next to him, lowered her head as she bit her nails,

looking fidgety and anxious.

Their demeanor made the atmosphere in the room very strange.

At this moment, Toby's crisp and emotionless voice broke the awkward silence.

"Mr. Lore." He entered without further ado. His eyes swept past Lynette and fixed on Harry's extravagant chair. He

lightly parted his thin lips and called out to Harry.

Harry immediately jolted awake when he heard Toby's voice. Lynette stopped biting her nails and raised her head

abruptly.

"Toby." Lynette immediately stood up when she saw him. The resentment in her mind instantly dissipated, and it

was replaced by endless joy and surprise.

She loved him. Well, she despised him a little when he ill-treated her because of Sonia. Nevertheless, the minute

she saw him again, the anger disappeared, and all that was left was joy and excitement.

Alas, Toby did not even look at her as if he couldn't hear her at all. Instead, he simply glanced at Harry and met his

eyes with a dispassionate gaze.

Lynette was annoyed by his indifference, but she did not dare to act rashly due to her fear of him, so she could only

stomp her feet in frustration. Finally, she huffed in displeasure, sat back down, and turned her head away.

Oh, I'm so pissed! She thought in her mind, How dare he ignore me! Okay, I'll ignore him too. I won't say another

word to him unless he comes and comforts me.

Nonetheless, it had never crossed her mind that Toby would not care about her feelings since he did not like her at

all. She was nothing to him.

Unfortunately, she thought too highly of herself and was too confident.

Meanwhile, Harry watched their interaction—or lack thereof—gingerly. If Toby had ignored Lynette in the past,

Harry would have been upset about it and reprimanded Toby for his dismissive behavior. But now, he knew that

Toby despised him and his family and had completely lost his patience with them. Therefore, he could not rebuke

Toby, no matter how disgruntled he was.

After all, the highest thing on his priority list was to coax Toby.

He would only irritate Toby further the instant he scolded Toby, and it wasn't worth it.

As Harry was thinking about this, he donned a despondent expression on his face. "Toby, do you hate us that much?

Am I not your mentor anymore?"

Toby's monotonous address just now made his heart sink. It showed that Toby despised everyone in the Lores,

including himself.

He initially thought that Toby would still respect him, although he hated Lynette and Grayson, or at the very least, he

would still feign respect when facing him.

It was never in his calculations that Toby would not separate Harry from the Lores. He couldn't even bother to put

on a façade. This was bad.

Toby pulled the chair opposite Harry and sat down. He graced the old man with an aloof gaze and noticed that the

old coot still had the gall to feel irritated because of his indifference. "How do you have the cheek to call yourself

my mentor after what you have done?"

Harry frowned in dismay upon hearing Toby's question. "What do you mean by that? What have I done? Explain this

clearly, or you'll get an earful from me."

Toby narrowed his eyes slightly. "Since you want to know, I'll cut to the chase. First of all, as a teacher, you should

establish a good morality to guide your students and future generations to good graces and virtue. In addition, you

have to be kind, righteous, trustworthy, and so on. Do you think you have those wonderful qualities?"

Harry's face turned red and pale. His mouth was slightly agape, but no words came out of it. What did he expect

him to say anyway? He was too embarrassed to say that he had those qualities after what Grayson and Lynette did,

and he also did something...

Still, he was reluctant to say that he did not have those qualities. He knew that the moment he said it out loud, it

would mean he wasn't fit to be a mentor.

Hence, no answer seemed to be the correct answer.

Harry froze as he sat in the chair, feeling ashamed and indignant.

Toby was not surprised by Harry's silence. A trace of mockery flashed in his eyes as he opened his lips again and

forged on, "You don't have any of those qualities. As a mentor, you openly ridiculed your mentee's lover and

deemed her worthless. You even advised your mentee to break up with his lover. So, let me ask you, which mentor

will do something like you did, Mr. Lore?"

He looked at Harry, but Harry still couldn't even stammer out a satisfying answer.

Toby's eyes fluttered shut slightly as he added, "When you knew that I, your mentee, was in love, shouldn't you give

me your blessing? Shouldn't you congratulate me? This is the first time I've heard a mentor advising his student to

split up. Not only that, but you also badmouthed her and belittled her. Is this something a mentor does?! Besides all

of these, you failed to set an example for your family. As a result, your family members are selfish, greedy, sinister,

and evil. You did not correct their mistakes as a mentor and an individual who holds the utmost respect in your

family. Instead, you foolishly supported them and thought they were not at fault. So, tell me, what makes you think

you have the right to call yourself my mentor? Why do I have to regard you as my mentor?"

Harry stared at him with his bloodshot eyes, feeling angry and guilty.

He was furious because, as his mentee, Toby behaved so disrespectfully by ridiculing him like this.

On the other hand, he felt discomfited because Toby forcibly tore off his disguise and exposed the most despicable

and shady side of him.

Yes, despicable and shady.

Actually, Harry knew very well what kind of a person he was, but he had long been used to disguising his true

character behind his mask. So over time, he almost forgot the ugly side of himself.

Hence, when Toby exposed his disgusting side, he felt mortified and agitated.