At this mont.
The man playing the ga quickly logged out of his account and put away his phone, "Alright, let’s go, head back."
"Oh, okay." Bobby blinked, suppressing his feelings of admiration, obediently followed him, and occasionally glanced at him sneakily while walking.
How co he didn’t know that the Dubious Man next door was so good at playing gas?
Previously, there was no Dubious Man on the Expert Leaderboard compiled by the system, and the Dubious Man had always been stuck at Diamond 1. He thought the Dubious Man played poorly.
But as it turned out...
Bobby felt a cat’s scratch in his heart, itching intensely, really wanting Baron Lawrence to teach him how to play the monkey, but too shy to ask Baron about the runes and equipnt for the monkey.
He pondered this all the way.
Downstairs at the WE Hotel, Scott Harris had already paced back and forth several tis.
Like Bobby, he had also changed into new clothes and grabbed a quick bite. Since he hadn’t seen Bobby co down, he had been on edge, fearing that the two proud father and son would have an unpleasant ti.
As soon as he saw Bobby coming out, he imdiately approached him, "Young Master."
Scott Harris looked Bobby over, afraid there might be marks on Bobby from being hit by Baron Lawrence.
He inspected him from head to toe and saw that Bobby was not only unhard but also rosy-cheeked, as if he had already moved past the thrilling car battle in the afternoon, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Baron Lawrence took note of his small actions, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his deep, hawk-like eyes. He cast a glance over him and spoke coldly, "Do you think I eat people?"
Damn it, what kind of reaction was that? Does he think I would be petty enough to argue with a child?
Especially since that child is his and Enna Clark’s son!
Scott Harris heard the dissatisfaction in his words and quickly bowed his head, stepping aside, apologizing to him, "Sorry, Lord."
"Be more careful next ti!"
"Yes, Lord." Scott Harris also realized after the fact that his reaction was excessive and apologized with sha.
He kept pace with the man, and the three of them walked towards the hotel entrance.
Outside the door, the Lincoln Stretch Limousine had already been parked for a long ti.
The driver had been waiting outside.
Seeing the people coming out, he hurriedly opened the car door and respectfully said, "Lord, Young Master, please get in."
"Go ahead." Baron Lawrence gestured for him to get in the car first.
Bobby lifted his foot, and the place on his knee where he had scraped the skin stung painfully, his little face imdiately scrunched up, and he gasped in a breath of cold air.
"Hiss."
"Young Master." Scott Harris, who was behind them, saw this and was just about to step forward.
He saw the domineering and aloof man bend down, roughly yet simply wrap his arms around his stomach and pull him into the car.
After Bobby was up, only then did he step his long legs into the car.
The entire set of actions was extrely smooth.
What was rare was that the Young Master didn’t make a fuss while being picked up like that by the Lord, staying quiet like a little quail.
He actually saw the tender affection flowing between father and son in this sowhat brusque embrace...
Scott Harris was surprised at his own thoughts.
Tender affection...
It was only when dealing with the Young Madam that the Lord would soften, and this was the first ti he saw the Lord show a soft side to soone other than the Young Madam.
He pursed his lips and secretly smiled.
It seems that the Lord doesn’t dislike the Young Master, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to express it.
At this mont, the car window rolled down, revealing the man’s noble and domineering profile, his obsidian eyes landing on him, frowning slightly and asking impatiently, "What are you doing, not getting in the car, smiling like you just stole a chicken!"
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