"1."
Baron Lawrence had already started counting.
Juliet Jordan panicked a bit, but quickly calmed down, "Young Master Lawrence, are you trying to scare me like I'm a fool?"
"2." He showed no expression, his thin lips spitting out another number.
Juliet Jordan furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do.
His reason told him that as long as Baron Lawrence wasn't crazy, he wouldn't do such a thing. However, his intuition reminded him that Baron Lawrence, willing to fly a helicopter to his company to save his illegitimate daughter, was already a kind of madness. He'd better not gamble!
As he fell silent, the number 3 came down.
The force that was gripping his collar suddenly loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't spoken just now.
Suddenly, a fierce fist smashed into his face.
"Ah." He staggered and fell to the ground.
Before he could come to his senses, two bodyguards in black lifted him up and pressed him onto the office desk like a fish out of water.
