Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358: The Thing I Hate the Most Is Self-righteousness Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358: The Thing I Hate the Most Is Self-righteousness “””

“Baron, Young Master Lawrence?” Niall Lewis was so frightened that his calves trembled, and with panicked eyes, he looked around, eventually fixing his gaze on Rupert Harris, his lips quivering as if in plea for help.

Baron Lawrence, however, seemed as if he hadn’t seen the look of desperation thrown toward Rupert Harris and said coldly, “What I hate most is pretentiousness!”

Niall Lewis had the audacity to find a woman who looked as alien as could be to seduce Baron Lawrence, which was purely an act of suicidal bravery!

Not everyone is named Enna Clark!

If it wasn’t Enna Clark, and he was smart, he wouldn’t challenge Baron Lawrence’s patience!

Another person, with feigned courage, tried to mediate from the side, “Young Master Lawrence, what happened? Could there be some misunderstanding?”

Baron Lawrence didn’t give him an ounce of face, grabbed the bottle of red wine from the table, and with a crowd gasping, fiercely slammed it into the man’s head!

“Bang!” A loud sound erupted.

The wine bottle shattered into pieces, splashing out the crimson liquid.

“Ahh—” The man pinned against the wall screamed in fright, crumpling down as he clutched his head, looking utterly wretched.

“I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, Young Master Lawrence…”

He was so terror-stricken that he didn’t even notice Baron Lawrence had intended to smash the wine bottle on the wall above his head, not his head itself.

But he was too frightened to notice that, as he weakly dropped to his knees, soaked in red wine all over his body and face, looking like a clown, his face full of panic, continuously apologizing.

“I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong.”

Just then, the man holding his collar let go, “Considering Terry Leigh’s face, I’ll leave you with your miserable life. As for the rest, I’ll take it from your company!”

After finishing his words, as if tossing away some rubbish, he picked up a tissue from the side and wiped his hands. Then he turned around, grabbed Enna Clark’s hand, expressionless, “Enna Clark, come with me.”

Enna Clark was caught off guard and rose abruptly, hardly having time to say goodbye before being staggered off by Baron Lawrence.

Before leaving, Baron Lawrence dropped a black card on the table, “Inside is 30 million, covering Enna Clark’s losses for tonight.”

Adam Sinclair hadn’t expected things to turn out like this and called out from behind, “Baron!”

However, the haughty man walked away without looking back.

Adam, feeling helpless, turned around and walked over to the man sitting on the ground covered in red wine and scared out of his wits, speaking irritably, “So, tell me, what stupid thing did you do?”

Niall Lewis seemed in a daze, suddenly jolted by Adam Sinclair’s question like he was snapped out of his shock. His violently shaking eyes moved, and in a flurry of panic, he looked toward Rupert Harris, attempting to reach out and grab Rupert Harris’s trouser leg, “Brother, help me, you must help me!”

“What did you do? How am I supposed to help you if you don’t speak up?” Rupert Harris could have shot him in the heart for what he had done, but he was a relative after all, so he suppressed his fury and asked sternly.

“I didn’t do anything,” Niall Lewis first murmured softly, but seeing that Rupert Harris and Adam Sinclair seemed impatient, and being both worried and scared, he finally confessed the truth, “I arranged a woman for Young Master Lawrence…”

Having heard the full account from Niall Lewis, Adam Sinclair and Rupert Harris didn’t even feel like scolding him anymore.

After a long while, Adam Sinclair was the first to speak, “I’ve seen people courting death, but I’ve never seen someone seeking it like you. Prepare for bankruptcy, because no one can help you with this.”

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