Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2286: Chapter 2295: Baron, Are You Hurt?

The man sitting on the sofa rubbed his throbbing temples and said to the driver beside him, ”Give me the photograph and the notebook.”

”Yes, Lord.” The driver quickly handed him the photograph they risked their lives to take, along with the notebook.

The laptop’s screen had a shattered section due to an impact, but Baron Lawrence seemed not to notice and opened the notebook computer.

Fortunately, the computer was up to snuff, and it successfully booted up.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, tapping away for a while. Soon, he raised the photograph as if scanning it with the computer camera.

Then he pressed the enter key.

There was a clicking sound.

The information on the computer screen began to flash rapidly, resembling a phantom as it screened something.

It took a full three minutes before the computer’s scanning speed slowed down, gradually settling on a name.

Baron Lawrence’s gaze was fixed on the name that appeared from the search; his lips gradually pressed together, and his eyes became sharp...

The air around seemed to suddenly turn cold, almost dropping to freezing point.

Everyone in the Presidential Suite kept their heads down, reducing their presence.

Baron Lawrence stared at the name and face from the computer search for a moment, lost in thought, before capturing the information and tossing it to Rupert Harris.

A phone call was made, ”Check this person’s information for me, I want all the details!”

”Baron, can you stop calling me in the middle of the night? Do you know what time it is in Linton City now? Three in the morning!” Rupert Harris’s tone was a bit helpless.

At that moment.

The doctor finally arrived tardily.

Scott Harris led the group in and softly said to the man on the sofa making the call, ”Lord, the doctor is here.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but Baron Lawrence was on the phone with Rupert Harris. The voice was still caught by the man on the other end, ”Doctor? What doctor? Baron, are you injured? What’s going on?”

Baron Lawrence glanced at Scott Harris, who realized he had made another mistake and silently hung his head, maintaining silence.

Seeing Scott Harris lower his head, he turned back and said as calmly as possible, ”It’s nothing, I’ll tell you if there’s any issue. It’s just a small scratch. Help me check this person, I need to know all his information quickly.”

The Harris Family held a lot of intelligence; getting Rupert Harris to investigate someone was ideal.

Though he felt his voice was calm, who was Rupert Harris? He had long detected something amiss from his unusually hoarse tone and furrowed his brow, ”I understand, I’ll help you check now. I’ll call you back as soon as I find something.”

”Alright.”

”Take care of your health first.” Rupert Harris wasted no time and ended the call.

Baron Lawrence put down his phone; his back was already soaked in sweat, merely a phone call, yet it left him feeling suffocated.

He looked up at the medical staff who came rushing in and asked directly, ”Did you bring Z-11?”

Z-11, a military anesthetic he had used once before.

This drug could quickly anesthetize the body’s pain nerve without causing the drowsiness typical of regular medical anesthetics.

”Yes, we did,” the chief surgeon immediately answered, ”Mr. Har... mentioned it to us, and we remembered to bring the drug. Does Young Master Lawrence need it now?”