Chapter 1356: Chapter 1356: Just Threw the Person on the Ground Chapter 1356: Chapter 1356: Just Threw the Person on the Ground The next second, she found herself tossed onto the ground, clothes and all.
She hit the floor hard, her back aching from the impact, and it was only then that she realized what had happened, her eyes widening as she called out in a voice full of grievance, “Young Master Lawrence?”
The stern man’s hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and as he leaned over, his gaze t hers. Suddenly, he reached out and coldly gripped her neck, “Who let you in here?”
“Cough, cough.” Gideon White was caught off guard and choked as he grasped her throat, coughing awkwardly a few tis. Her eyes shifted from hopeful to uneasy, then from uneasy to fearful, yet she stubbornly insisted, “Young Master Lawrence, I don’t know what you’re talking about. The manager sent here, Adam Sinclair instructed the manager to have soone bring clothes in for you.”
“Adam Sinclair would never send you,” Baron Lawrence’s deep gaze was unfathomable, “He knows what kind of person I am, so he would definitely not let you co.”
“It really was the manager who sent .” The waitress’s eyes began to fill with tears, misty as if she were grievously wronged.
Baron Lawrence’s expression turned colder, “I don’t like to repeat myself a third ti. The third ti ans you’ve run out of chances.”
“I’m asking you one last ti, who sent you here?” His eyes were filled with impatience, his indifferent thin lips briefly touched as he spoke, “This is your last chance.”
The waitress had intended to lie, but upon eting his indifferent gaze, the words reached her lips and then she swallowed them back down.
His gaze was too indifferent.
She had never been looked at by a man with such a devoid-of-emotion stare.
That look clearly told her that if she continued to argue stubbornly, things would not end well for her.
When this man said it was her last chance, he truly ant it was her last chance!
Her words turned several tis in her mouth, and finally, she admitted defeat in embarrassnt, “It was Young Master Lewis and his group, they arranged for to bring you the clothes, Young Master Sinclair was unaware.”
Young Master Lewis?
Baron Lawrence’s brow furrowed as he recalled the man who had accidentally spilled wine on his sleeve.
“Why did he send you to deliver clothes? What’s the reason?”
“It seems… it seems that Young Master Lewis is having so issues with his business and wants your help, Young Master Lawrence. I’m not sure if that’s the case; Young Master Lewis and the others didn’t tell .”
She was just a waitress; these were all her own guesses.
Fearing that Baron Lawrence wouldn’t believe her, she quickly emphasized, “Young Master Lawrence, I’m really not lying to you, that’s all I know. Other than that, I know nothing at all… I truly know nothing…”
Baron Lawrence looked at the woman on the ground in disarray, his hawk-like eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation in his gaze, as he coldly commanded, “Get out!”
With that, he straightened up and released his hand.
“Thank you, Young Master Lawrence.” The waitress, hearing these words as if she’d been pardoned, didn’t dare to stay another second, scrambling to her feet and running out without looking back.
Her departure bore none of the shyness she exhibited upon entering, just panic and disarray…
Click.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the room.
Baron Lawrence picked up the clothes from the ground and tossed them into the trash bin, then picked up his phone and made a call, “Bring a change of clothes over! Now, imdiately!”
After speaking, he hung up the phone and threw it back onto the bed.
The air seed still tinged with the scent of the woman’s perfu.
Damn it!
He irritably picked up a towel and headed back into the bathroom…
Soon, the sound of water running filled the bathroom once more.
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