Mason Scott finally snapped back to reality at this mont.
He felt incredibly lucky that he had co to his senses at such a crucial ti.
Pointing at Vivian Walters, Mason Scott yelled—
"Lily, what are you talking about? You are Lily Gray, our Bella’s daughter, your mother had a hard ti finding you, how can you spout nonsense and deny your own family?!"
Vivian Walters’s words implicated the reputation of the entire Scott family.
Even Mason Scott had to put aside his inner fear at this point and force himself to comfort Vivian Walters.
"I..."
Vivian picked up on the warning and reminder in Mason Scott’s eyes, but right now, she really couldn’t afford to think about revenge or framing Lily Redington.
She was afraid... The fear that erged from the deepest part of her bones was now completely controlling her.
"Lily, don’t panic, listen to grandfather—"
Mason Scott stood up, intending to persuade Vivian Walters, but suddenly the auctioneer’s voice ca from behind.
"Ah, Mr. Scott, you’ve recovered? That’s great, since Miss Gray is not feeling well, why not have Mr. Scott present the donation certificate first?"
After saying this, the auctioneer instructed two event hostesses to prop Mason Scott up and guide him toward the stray dogs.
This caused Mason Scott, who had just managed to stand firm, to collapse imdiately, his legs giving out like jelly.
"No, I won’t go... don’t make go!"
Mason Scott was terrified, as in his haste to stop Vivian Walters, he had forgotten all about the stray dogs.
As the event hostesses dragged him in front of the stray dogs, a yellow liquid suddenly began to seep out from beneath Mason Scott.
The guests and reporters below the stage were dissatisfied with Mason Scott’s abrupt interruption.
Then suddenly, they slled an odd, rank odor.
"What’s going on, do you sll sothing?"
"Yes, I thought I was mistaken."
"So you’ve slled it too? I was about to say, it seems like the odor of urine, it must be... must be coming from up there!"
A buyer pointed at the auction stage, and the surrounding guests looked up, just in ti to see a close-up of Mason Scott on the big screen.
Mason Scott was sitting on the ground, looking disheveled, with a noticeably large puddle under his buttocks.
"Mason Scott wet himself?"
"He got scared into peeing his pants!"
Gasps of shock rose from the audience below.
Whether it was the guests attending the auction or the reporters busily filming with their caras, at this mont, everyone’s gaze was firmly captured by Mason Scott’s ’feat’.
Christopher Scott’s son, Larry Scott’s father, had actually wet himself on the spot!
Hahahaha, it was like a huge joke that could make people laugh for an entire year!
The crowd below was very excited, and so even sneaked a peek at Larry Scott’s expression.
However, noticing that his expression was unchanged, still the sa icy and inscrutable look, people rembered the announcent of the Commander’s disassociation from the Scott family.
"Commander Scott is smart. If I had this kind of father, I’d also wish to cut ties as soon as possible."
"Exactly, it’s a sha on the Scott family for generations. Poor old Mr. Christopher Scott, sigh..."
"That’s absolutely true. Luckily the old man was carried out just a while ago, otherwise, he’d probably die of anger right here."
...
After being scared into wetting his pants by the stray dogs that were so close at hand, even the event hostesses found Mason Scott so repulsive they left him alone.
He lay limp in his own urine.
His body was sared with the wet liquid everywhere; he tried to get up, but each ti he t the eyes of those four dogs, his body just wouldn’t cooperate and couldn’t muster a bit of strength.
These four stray dogs were actually specially found by Aidan Lucas.
Although not as formidable as the hound that had ’overpowered’ Mason Scott that night, their size and breed bore so resemblance to the hound from that night.
[Continuing~]
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