Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2726 - 2735: Ruthless and Terrifying

Howe Westbrook clenched his fists tightly, desperately suppressing himself, staring angrily at the man who had no intention of stopping his subordinates, as he barely moved his lips, "President Lawrence, what do you mean by this, are you really set on going against me?"

"President Lawrence shouldn’t need to get involved in this mess, right? Whether it’s me or my brother handling family affairs, there won’t be fewer places where the Westbrook Family and the Lawrence Family can collaborate. Did my dear brother promise you something? No worries, I can promise you the same benefits. No, I can add thirty percent more to whatever terms he gave you!"

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Baron Lawrence wouldn’t come all this way with such fanfare unless Lyle Westbrook had promised something!

"You can’t add anything more." Baron Lawrence toyed with the dagger in his hand, suddenly raised his hand, and the dagger shot straight in Howe Westbrook’s direction—

The change happened so quickly that Howe Westbrook had no guard at all, and he was startled out of his wits. With a shout of ’Ah’, he quickly squatted down.

There was a dull ’bang’, and a bullet skimmed past his hair onto the ground, embedding itself into the floor with a sizzling noise.

Howe Westbrook was terrified, his face ashen, trembling uncontrollably.

The black man next to him was unfazed, gave him a disdainful look, crouched down, grabbed his hair, and said, "Young Master Westbrook, didn’t I tell you? Stop moving around, don’t move. See, he fired without telling me. Fortunately, you squatted down just now, otherwise that shot would have gone through your head."

"You..." Up until just now, Howe Westbrook didn’t believe Baron Lawrence would really act against him, mostly thinking he was just scaring him. But that shot truly frightened him.

Just like the man said, if the dagger hadn’t frightened him into squatting down just now, the bullet might not have just skimmed past his head but pierced right through it!

Howe Westbrook was instantly like a fish out of water, gasping for air, staring with terrified eyes at the dignified man, his face pale, disregarding any semblance of dignity in front of his subordinates, he shakily asked, "President Lawrence, what on earth do you want?"

"I want you to get lost!"

Direct and brutal!

Totally Baron Lawrence’s style!

Howe Westbrook almost blurted out, is just leaving enough? Luckily, he forced himself to stay calm. In a state of fear and uncertainty, he ordered his men, "Let’s go!"

His men were scared out of their wits too. Hearing they could leave, they hurriedly fled.

Before leaving, Howe Westbrook wanted to give Lyle Westbrook a harsh word, but the black bodyguard shot right by his feet, breaking his plan, "Young Master Westbrook, ever heard of a saying?"

"What?"

"Villains die due to talking too much!"

Villains die due to talking too much!

Another slap landed mercilessly on Howe Westbrook’s face, making his face flush red.

The black bodyguard wasn’t afraid to offend him at all, lazily reminded him without expression, "Lord Lawrence already told you to get lost, better hurry and scram, trying to play tricks. Aren’t you afraid of losing your life!"

Howe Westbrook noticed the laser sight was still aimed at him, hadn’t moved away, and not daring to unleash his pent-up anger, he could only endure it, without uttering a word, rolling away smoothly.

There were hurried footsteps coming from the second floor of the small villa, indicating Howe Westbrook’s group left in a rush...