âIâm here today only to tell you this, as for the rest, do whatever you want. If you want to get engaged, then do it. If I refuse to marry, marry whoever youâve arranged!â
As he finished speaking, he turned to leave.
Old Master Lawrence, usually composed, finally showed a crack in his demeanor. His ancient eyes narrowed sharply, and he forcefully knocked his dragon-head cane on the ground, âInsolence!â
In response, Baron Lawrence didnât look back!
For the first time in his life, Old Master Lawrence had been so openly challenged. His face darkened instantly, and he commanded in a deep voice, âClose the door! I didnât say anyone could leave, let me see who dares to!â
âYes.â
More than a dozen bodyguards quickly surrounded him. The villaâs door slammed shut with a thud!
âMove aside!â
Baron Lawrenceâs face darkened. He pushed the bodyguards blocking his way and reached for the doorknob, only to find the door was locked from the outside.
Damn it, Enna was still waiting for him to come home for dinner! He couldnât stay stuck here!
His handsome brow furrowed in a ruthless arc. Just when Old Master Lawrence thought heâd back down and compromise, he did something unexpected. He delivered a violent kick to the door, clearly intending to break it open!
Old Master Lawrence was furious and ordered the bodyguards, âGrab him!â
At first, the bodyguards were hesitant to actually stop Baron Lawrence due to his status. But, given the direct order from Old Master Lawrence, they didnât hold back and reached out to grab him who was kicking the door, âLord, please do not resistâ¦â
Before they could finish their sentence, Baron Lawrence shook them off, his defiance ran deep and chilled to the bone, âGet off!â
Old Master Lawrenceâs anger was initially at three out of ten. It now flared up to seven out of ten, âEnough with the talking, grab him!â
âYes.â
The bodyguards stopped being polite, and a serious look entered their eyes.
Baron Lawrence understood that he needed to settle things with these men before he could leave. He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong arm. His gaze was stern and deadly, âLet me see whoâs capable!â
He threw the first punch, hit the closest bodyguardâs face, and tackled the other guards whoâd intended to assist.
More than a dozen bodyguards werenât pushovers and surrounded him.
Baron Lawrenceâs close combat skills were brutal and efficient. However, he wasnât just dealing with one or two people, but dozens. All of them were professionally trained bodyguards with remarkable abilities. After a few rounds, none of the bodyguards could grab him, but he had also been slightly injured.
He was panting heavily, with injuries on his waist and abdomen. Tiny beads of cold sweat trickled down from his foreheadâ¦
The stand-off continued.
Just as Baron Lawrence kicked away the toughest bodyguard, the other guards became increasingly wary of him. They didnât dare rush forward so casually anymore. However, they didnât move aside either, still keeping him tightly surrounded!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âEnough!â Old Master Lawrence suddenly ordered a halt.
The bodyguards stopped in their tracks.
Baron Lawrence also stopped, and though he was drenched in sweat, looking less proud and lofty than usual, his handsome face shone with unwavering determination. With that same unyielding gaze as before, he looked at Old Master Lawrence from afar.
âBaron Lawrence, next month you will get engaged to Emily Goldsmith.â
âImpossible.â
Very well, excellent.
Old Master Lawrenceâs grip around his dragon-head cane tightened, and he emotionlessly ordered the housekeeper standing nearby, âBring me my whip!â
âOld Lord?â Was this the family discipline! The housekeeper jumped in surprise and didnât move.
Old Master Lawrenceâs forehead veins were throbbing. His gaze firmly locked on the man in the middle who refused to back down. He commanded loudly, âGo get it!â
The housekeeper looked worryingly at Baron Lawrence and went to retrieve it.
In no time, a whip as thick as two fingers, embedded with jewels was brought over. Old Master Lawrence took the whip and coldly stated, âYou want to leave, donât you? If you can withstand three lashes, I will let you go!â