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"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!
