Chapter 640: Taking Advantage of the Situation to Threaten
The Bugatti roared to a stop at the entrance of the villa.
He got out of the car without a second’s 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, “What’s the matter?”
“Where is Enna Clark?”
He cut straight to the chase!
“You come to me early in the morning to ask about this? When did you become so impatient?” Old Master Lawrence remained calm and unruffled. He had received the news about last night’s 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 didn’t clarify the situation, instead taking the opportunity to stand up and say indifferently, “When do you plan to get engaged to Emily Goldsmith?”
Baron Lawrence’s face turned ashen, enunciating every word, “Where is Enna Clark?”
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 Lawrence’s eyes narrowed, and his majestic gaze swept over Baron’s face. With the help of the housekeeper, he leaned on his dragon-headed cane and stood up. “Baron, it seems you haven’t figured out the situation yet. You must first answer my question before I answer yours.”
So, was he implying that Enna was in his hands?
Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, turning icy as his face grew increasingly difficult to look at. Each word seemed to be squeezed out through gritted teeth, “How is she? Is her life in danger?”
Old Master Lawrence met his gaze and hesitated for a moment before finally seeming to take a small step back and saying, “Her condition depends on what you do next.”
This was nothing short of a blatant threat!
Baron Lawrence’s 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 hadn’t 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 eyes…
The housekeeper noticed the blood spreading on his back and couldn’t help but exclaim out of concern, “Young Master, your wound…”
Why was there so much blood?
Didn’t the Young Master go to the hospital for treatment last night?
They knew how badly he had been injured yesterday. If he hadn’t 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, “Can I have your guarantee that Enna will be safe if I agree to get engaged to Emily Goldsmith?”
Old Master Lawrence knitted his eyebrows but remained impassive. “Depends on your performance.”
“I want a guarantee!” His eyes seemed to ignite with fury!
He didn’t want an ambiguous answer. He wanted a guarantee, a promise!
A promise that the woman would be safe in his hands. Otherwise…Baron Lawrence’s eyes suddenly turned ice-cold!
Old Master Lawrence had never been pressured by anyone in his life. He stared at Baron Lawrence for two seconds before he looked away and leaned on his dragon-headed cane. “If you do as I ask, I will guarantee her safety.”