The Bugatti roared to a stop at the entrance of the villa.
He got out of the car without a secondâs hesitation and barged into the villa.
Old Master Lawrence was just having his breakfast, and a trace of surprise flashed in his bright eyes as he saw him enter. However, he calmly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and asked with a glance, âWhatâs the matter?â
âWhere is Enna Clark?â
He cut straight to the chase!
âYou come to me early in the morning to ask about this? When did you become so impatient?â Old Master Lawrence remained calm and unruffled. He had received the news about last nightâs events this morning, no later than Baron Lawrence. But seeing his grandson coming to him so quickly, he knew there had been a misunderstanding.
He didnât clarify the situation, instead taking the opportunity to stand up and say indifferently, âWhen do you plan to get engaged to Emily Goldsmith?â
Baron Lawrenceâs face turned ashen, enunciating every word, âWhere is Enna Clark?â
All he wanted to know now was whether that woman was alright or not. Was she hurt? What about the child in her belly?
As for the other people, they could all go to hell!
Old Master Lawrenceâs eyes narrowed, and his majestic gaze swept over Baronâs face. With the help of the housekeeper, he leaned on his dragon-headed cane and stood up. âBaron, it seems you havenât figured out the situation yet. You must first answer my question before I answer yours.â
So, was he implying that Enna was in his hands?
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes darkened, turning icy as his face grew increasingly difficult to look at. Each word seemed to be squeezed out through gritted teeth, âHow is she? Is her life in danger?â
Old Master Lawrence met his gaze and hesitated for a moment before finally seeming to take a small step back and saying, âHer condition depends on what you do next.â
This was nothing short of a blatant threat!
Baron Lawrenceâs eyes grew even colder, and he was almost ready to kill in his fury. He clenched his fists at his side, and the wounds on his back opened up even more due to his aggressive actions. This time, he hadnât taken Flynn-125, and each pang of pain caused his back muscles to twitch, sending a throbbing ache through his temples. His handsome face was pale and taut, staring expressionlessly at Old Master Lawrence with those dark, seemingly bottomless eyesâ¦
The housekeeper noticed the blood spreading on his back and couldnât help but exclaim out of concern, âYoung Master, your woundâ¦â
Why was there so much blood?
Didnât the Young Master go to the hospital for treatment last night?
They knew how badly he had been injured yesterday. If he hadnât gone to the hospital, how could he manage to get out of bed today, let alone come to the villa to confront Old Lord?
This was no joke⦠This was putting his life on the line!
Baron Lawrence seemed to ignore the pain and the words others were saying, asking coldly, âCan I have your guarantee that Enna will be safe if I agree to get engaged to Emily Goldsmith?â
Old Master Lawrence knitted his eyebrows but remained impassive. âDepends on your performance.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI want a guarantee!â His eyes seemed to ignite with fury!
He didnât want an ambiguous answer. He wanted a guarantee, a promise!
A promise that the woman would be safe in his hands. Otherwiseâ¦Baron Lawrenceâs eyes suddenly turned ice-cold!
Old Master Lawrence had never been pressured by anyone like this in his life. He stared at Baron Lawrence for two seconds before he looked away and leaned on his dragon-headed cane. âIf you do as I ask, I will guarantee her safety.â