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Chapter 3 - 3: This Man is Not to be Messed With
Chapter 3 - 3: This Man is Not to be Messed With
Chapter 3: Chapter 3: This Man is Not to be Messed With
Tonight was destined to be a restless night.
At Linton City's most expensive Elite Bar, the climax of the night had arrived, with the DJ playing deafening music and men and women passionately kissing and dancing in the dance floor.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the entrance.
A group of well-trained soldiers barged in and respectfully lined up on both sides of the entrance.
Just as everyone exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what was happening, the bar manager hurried to greet the guest, his face showing a mix of surprise and flattery.
"Young Master Baron, what brings you here tonight? If I had known you were coming, I would have sent someone to wait for you outside."
Elite Bar had a strong influence in Linton City, but no one had ever seen the boss fawning over anyone like this.
The young man who walked in surrounded by an admiring crowd was exceptionally young, with a slim waist, long legs, and distinct facial features.
However, the aura he exuded was so forbidding that it was like a sharp knife, discouraging any fanciful thoughts.
Remarkably, in this unapproachable and almighty man's arms, there was a sleeping woman.
The woman's face was turned inward, so no one could see what she looked like.
The manager had barely glanced at her when a sharp gaze locked on him. He shuddered and quickly averted his eyes, respectfully inquiring, "What brings you here today...?"
Without even glancing at the approaching manager, Baron Lawrence scanned the room and furrowed his eyebrows.
The crowd shivered as the air suddenly chilled, and they heard the man issuing a decisive command, "Seal the bar!"
"Yes, sir!"
A dozen soldiers charged forward with unmatched momentum.
...
It wasn't until the dozen heavily armed men had left that the silent bar came back to life.
A young girl flushed with excitement, staring at the direction the man had just left, murmured, "Who was that handsome man?"
"Where did this bumpkin come from, not knowing who he is?"
A disdainful girl glanced at her, supporting her face with both hands, acting as if she spoke of her own husband, "Baron Lawrence! You've heard of Baron Lawrence, right?"
"He's the youngest commander in Empire's history, also the mysterious president of a multinational corporation. He's impeccable in appearance, wealth, and everything else."
"He's Prince Charming in the hearts of all women, with wealth and power that could rival an entire nation."
"Unfortunately, he's low-key and rarely accepts media interviews. I never thought I'd see him in person today. I'm so lucky!"
Not far away, a few other excited young girls also couldn't believe their luck, shaking their friends' sleeves with disbelief.
Amidst the clamoring of smitten women in the bar, only Olivia Lewis frantically ran back after searching helplessly for a while.
"Enna is gone. Have any of you seen her?"
The girls from the same theater troupe were so busy gushing over Baron Lawrence that they didn't even hear Olivia's words.
"Has anyone seen Enna?"
Finally, a lighting engineer couldn't stand it any longer and tried to appease her, "Enna Clark? I haven't seen her. I thought she went to shoot the video."
"There's no one in the restroom," Olivia replied anxiously.
"Don't worry, she probably didn't want to shoot the video, and didn't want to be scolded, so she sneakily went home."
"She went home?" Olivia was most afraid that her friend might have been taken advantage of by creeps at the bar. Hearing her companion say that Enna had gone home, she hastily picked up the car keys and stood up, "I'll go home and check."
"Commander?"
"Drive!"
The black Bentley sped through the darkness, and ten minutes later,
With a screech, the tires came to a halt, skidding on the ground.
Baron Lawrence carried the woman from the passenger seat and strode towards the villa.
A middle-aged woman wearing an apron appeared, "Young Master, the President requested that you call him back when you return. Uh, who is this...?"
Auntie Merry thought there was something wrong with her eyes.
What did she see?
Young Master, who had always despised women, was actually carrying a woman in his arms!
She couldn't help but silently prayed to Buddha that everything was alright. It was good for her to see a woman - a sign that the Young Master was not the rumored impotent man.
"Auntie Merry, call Dr. Adam Sinclair over," Baron Lawrence ordered as she rejoiced.
Dr. Sinclair was the most talented, all-rounded doctor in Empire's history and also Baron Lawrence's personal physician.
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
"Hurry up."
Baron Lawrence carried the person in his arms upstairs, opened the door, and put her on his bed.
The black sheets made the person's skin on the bed look even paler. Her eyes were closed, giving the impression of a gentle and docile girl.
Baron Lawrence knew this was only an illusion.
Enna Clark had always been a disruptive presence in his life for over two decades.
Daring and reckless, she intruded into his life without any kind of restraint, at some point making him think that this girl, as radiant as the sun, would never leave him.
But he forgot—even the sun has times when it cannot be seen!
He would not allow her to disappear a second time!
Baron Lawrence clenched his fists.
Just then, a cell phone in the room started ringing. He walked over and picked it up. "Hello."
"Baron, Ivy called and said you stood her up. What's going on? Didn't you promise me you would go with her this time?"
"I have something urgent."
"What could be more urgent than Ivy?"
Footsteps were heard downstairs.
Baron Lawrence frowned and hurriedly said, "I'll explain it to you some other time. I have work to do. We'll talk later." Without waiting for the person on the phone to respond, he hung up.
"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
A young man in a white coat entered, covered in sweat. "Young Master Baron, what's wrong with you?"
His good friend knew that apart from severe insomnia, he had no other issues, and his health had been great for ten years—anyway, it was much better than his temper.
Baron Lawrence took off his coat and lifted his chin, "I'm fine. You help her take a look."
"Uh, a woman?" Adam Sinclair had the same reaction as Auntie Merry—surprised.
"Find out why she fainted." Baron Lawrence poured a glass of water and arrogantly sat on the sofa next to him.
Adam Sinclair looked at the sleeping Enna on the bed and asked, "Who is she?"
"...My fiancée." To be precise, she was his former fiancée.
"Fiancée?!" Adam Sinclair frowned and hesitated, "I can't check her now. I didn't bring any equipment."
He paused, then said, "How about tomorrow..."
"Get it now!" The man on the sofa forcefully interrupted him and ordered, "In half an hour, I want the examination results."
"..."
...
The night gradually deepened, and the vast sky was adorned with a bright moon hanging in the expanse. The bright moonlight shone through the window and onto the king-size bed.
The top domestic gynecological experts were gathered around the bed, busily performing the examination.
Soon, a newly minted examination report was produced.
It was sent to the study next door.
Baron Lawrence looked at the entire report, his eyes narrowed to needle-thin, icy, suffocating, and fierce.
He stood up suddenly and kicked the chair next to him.
With a loud bang, everyone in the room broke out in cold sweat!
"This is your conclusion?"
The report paper was slapped hard onto the table.
Baron Lawrence's back of hand showed bulging veins, and his thin lips pressed tightly into a line!
"An 80% chance of being pregnant?"
"..." Everyone kept silent, none of them daring to be the one to reply.
"Shit!"
Baron Lawrence slammed his fist into the wall, and blood flowed down his hand.
Everyone gasped in shock.
"Young Master Baron."
"Young Master."
"Commander."
"Don't come over!" He seemed to have suddenly calmed down after his extreme anger, his face an extreme shade of iron blue, and he gave his order, "Adam Sinclair, arrange for her to be taken to the hospital for a detailed examination. If she's pregnant, abort immediately!"
As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze had completely cooled down, his lips touching each other lightly, "...No, throw her out!"