Chapter 364: He Wants to Control His Bad Temper
Translator: 549690339
On the other side, at Adam Sinclair’s house.
A man with a dark face kicked over the trash can and strode in.
Adam Sinclair glanced at the innocent trash can rolling on the ground, bent over and put the newly taken out vodka on the table, and complained to the man sitting on the couch next to him, “I bet 150 thousand that he must have been provoked by his sweetheart again.”
Rupert Harris had just returned to the country and was not yet familiar with the dostic situation. Hearing Adam ntion the sweetheart, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he fixed his sharp eyes on Adam. His voice was low, “Huh?”
The three of them were good friends who sympathized with each other. Adam did not hide anything, he told the story of Baron Lawrence and Enna Clark verbatim. Then he complained, “The last ti they had a fight, he called to the Orchid Club, and without saying a word, he drank 30 thousand worth of liquor. After he finished, he left. I kindly found a beautiful woman for him, but he didn’t even look at her and chased her out naked. The next day, the two of them were as good as ever. Instead, I was in the middle like a monkey, jumping around all night, and had to apologize to his sweetheart the next day…Ah…Just look at his current face, I bet 150 thousand that they had a fight again. Want to bet?”
“No, I don’t have that much money to gamble with bosses like you.” Rupert Harris leaned back on the couch, poured himself a glass of brandy, mixed it with so vodka, and shook it gently.
“You don’t have money? Mayor Harris, who are you kidding? 150 thousand is nothing to you.” Adam Sinclair pouted, “Alright, forget it, no betting.”
Baron Lawrence had already walked up to them in a few steps. Seeing that Rupert’s face looked a little better, he nodded and greeted, “When did you co back?”
“Just got off the plane, Little Three picked up.”
Adam Sinclair was the youngest among the three, so he was called Little Three. However, their ranking only had Little Three, without any distinctions of Boss or Second Brother.
Baron Lawrence nodded slightly, knowing the situation. He picked up a glass of wine, stared at Adam with his hawkish eyes filled with gloom, and asked in a deep voice, “Adam, can taking dicine control my emotions?”
“What do you an?” Adam quickly responded, “You an your paranoia? In theory, dication can indeed control it. But didn’t you say you didn’t want to take neurological drugs?”
He had prescribed this kind of dicine for him before, but Baron Lawrence threw them all in the trash. His excuse was that neurological drugs would damage the brain cortex and affect his thinking.
“So, taking dicine is useful, right?”
“It is useful…”
Why was he suddenly thinking about taking dicine again?
“Get so dicine, I want the fastest-acting ones!” Baron Lawrence ordered with a dark face, taking a sip from the wine glass.
Since he was willing to take dicine to treat his problem, Adam would not refuse, “I can. I’ll get it for you from the hospital tomorrow. But you need to take this kind of dicine continuously, taking it occasionally won’t have much effect.”
“I got it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone started vibrating.
Baron Lawrence’s mood had been extrely irritable since leaving the hospital. It felt like there was a leak in his chest, and his heartache had almost numbed him.
He didn’t want to answer it initially, but as he held the wine glass, he glanced at the caller ID and furrowed his eyebrows. He put down the glass and picked up the phone.
“Hello.. “
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