Chapter 1830: Chapter 1820: Bobby and Baron Lawrence’s Clash!
He was reluctant to part with the oranges he bought himself, but he was quite willing to share the ones Baron Lawrence bought.
In Bobby’s little calculations, as long as sothing wasn’t purchased with his own money, he enjoyed it with a clear conscience.
Only when it was his own money would he reveal an astoundingly stingy side.
Bobby sat on the sofa waiting for soone he wanted to see. Before long, a man wearing a silver-gray robe and wet hair walked out of the bedroom.
Being a boy himself, Bobby still admired the appearance of the Dubious Man next door.
Tall, arrogant, handso, with full aristocratic aura…
He clicked his tongue incredulously.
Baron Lawrence had already walked over, casually drying his hair with a white towel while sitting on the sofa, looking at him, “What do you want to see about?”
His complexion was much better than when he had just finished drinking.
Thanks to Enna Clark not hanging up the phone, he caught a bedti story and managed to sleep soundly for a few hours for the first ti in days.
Though, his stomach was still uncomfortable.
Bobby withdrew his gaze, calmly placed his little backpack on his lap, took out sothing from it, and handed it over, “I wanted to show you this.”
Baron Lawrence didn’t expect him to hand over sothing like a contract, raised his eyebrows, and took it.
Just one glance and his face turned extrely grim.
He clenched the docunt tightly, almost crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, suppressing fury in his dark eyes, “Who gave this to you? Did Enna send you?”
—Breakup agreent!
Ha!
He could strangle her, then shoot himself to death with her, perishing together!
Scott Harris ca over with juice and saw this scene, involuntarily worried for Bobby, his heart in his throat.
He bravely interjected, interrupting the two of them.
He placed the juice from the tray in front of Bobby and smiled, “Young Master, here’s your juice.”
Then he deliberately turned his head to ask the man with the iron-green face, “Lord, would you like so coffee?”
“…” Baron Lawrence completely ignored him, his eyes fixated on the little figure on the sofa opposite.
Scott Harris was sure if it wasn’t the young master sitting there, the Lord would’ve already roared.
Bobby was very calm, not at all intimidated by the cold air in the room.
He calmly bent down to pick up the orange juice Scott Harris had squeezed for him, took a sip, and fearlessly t the man’s domineering gaze, slightly raising his chin, “No, I ca by myself. Enna Clark doesn’t know I’m here to see you.”
That woman doesn’t know?
The flas in Baron Lawrence’s eyes extinguished quite a bit, but the next second, the barely extinguished fire seed to rekindle.
“But I know you two broke up.” After dropping a bombshell, Bobby continued, “You and my mummy already have and Gigi, even if you break up, it won’t be clean. So I made an agreent, after you sign it, Gigi and I will belong to my mummy.”
He fearlessly negotiated with Baron Lawrence, “I saw the news, you were hugging another woman, which ans you don’t really like my mummy. If you sign this, I’ll find soone good for my mummy. Uncle Westbrook is nice, I like Uncle Westbrook.”
He was completely lying through his teeth.
If he liked Lyle Westbrook, he wouldn’t have insisted on putting the roses Lyle sent Enna Clark in the toilet, knowing full well they were from him.
He clearly said it on purpose for Baron Lawrence to hear!
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