Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2203: Chapter 2212: Baron Lawrence Captures the Man in Sunglasses

Olivia Lewis has been sitting by the bedside ever since she entered, her attention completely on Enna Clark. She now distractedly says, worried, ”Young Master Lawrence won’t be in any trouble, will he...”

”No. I trust Baron’s ability!” Adam Sinclair says confidently, though inwardly he’s just as worried about Baron Lawrence’s safety as Olivia Lewis.

He stood for a moment, thought of something, took out his phone, and said to Olivia in the hospital room, ”Keep an eye on Enna, I’m going out for a call.”

He wanted to ask Rupert Harris over there whether Baron found out anything.

See if there’s anything he can help with.

”Go ahead.” Olivia guessed what he was going to do and nodded.

Adam immediately hurried out—

*

In a secluded tavern in Mauritius, a group of black-clad bodyguards suddenly barged in.

Amid the chaos in the tavern, a black figure quietly opened the unobtrusive back door of the tavern and slipped out.

He had just reached the alley entrance when he saw a black Rolls-Royce blocking the way. His face changed sharply, instinctively reaching for the gun in his pants, looking forward warily.

The door of the black Rolls-Royce opened.

A man resembling a housekeeper stood respectfully beside it, attending to the person alighting from the car.

The man was over six feet tall, with a slender, handsome build. His simple black thin sweater exuded a virile aura of bursting hormones. His handsome, chiseled features and every inch of him was like a perfect work of God, without a single flaw. However, this dazzling man who captivated all eyes made the other man look like he’d seen a ghost, his face turning extremely pale.

He tensed up further, as if a mouse confronting a cat. His eyes, hidden beneath his sunglasses, were filled with fear. Mouth tight, he smirked stubbornly in English, ”Ha, Lord, you came so quickly. I thought you’d at least take a few days to find me.”

Who else could the man getting out of the car be but Baron Lawrence?

With his proud long strides, he closed in on the man in the alley step by step, his face grim, his hawkish gaze full of menace.

He said nothing, which was more intimidating than any threat.

As expected.

The already frightened man became even less steady, the forced smile for the sake of appearances nearly cracking, cautiously stepping back a bit, warning, ”I advise you not to come closer, Lord. You don’t have any bodyguards with you now. Just a housekeeper isn’t enough to hold me!”

”...” Baron Lawrence’s steady march showed he didn’t take the threat seriously, not pausing even once.

The man’s breath became even more erratic, subtly gripping the gun in his pants pocket, eyes quickly scanning around.

He suspected there were other ambushes nearby.

His palms were drenched in sweat. Not knowing if there were snipers hidden around, he watched as the man got closer and closer yet still dared not draw the gun from his pocket.

Finally—

Baron reached the man’s controlled range for a potential hostage.

The man made a swift decision, lunged, while drawing the gun he had been clutching from his pants pocket—

”Don’t—” Action not yet finished.

At that moment, unexpectedly, the approaching man’s speed outmatched his, movements even more ruthless. A swift kick knocked the gun from his hand. At the same time, a leg came up, a foot striking him squarely in the chest—