Chapter 3119 - 3208: Is This Really Two Choices?
Chapter 3119: Chapter 3208: Is This Really Two Choices?
She wants Gigi to be healthy, wants her to be safe and sound.
This is her greatest wish.
She was so eager that suddenly she saw a glimmer of hope. Enna Clark was anxious, and Baron Lawrence pulling away from her at this time made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Trust me." Baron Lawrence could understand her excited feelings, his dark eyes fixed on her, speaking in a steady voice.
Originally Enna Clark’s heart, which was burning like a fire, was somehow injected with a trace of icy water, gradually calming down. Although she was still anxious, she nodded and decided to let him handle it.
Baron Lawrence felt her unconditional trust in him, his mood improved, then he turned to the person opposite, his thin lips moved slightly, "Are you from the Arden-Nicholson Family?"
"How do you know?" The person opposite blurted out in surprise.
His actual name is Paris Arden-Nicholson, but he goes by Paris Nicholson, deliberately omitting the middle name.
The Arden-Nicholson Family is a hidden family, their principle is to do things high-profile but live low-profile lives. They’ve been involved in many major events in human history. For instance, the assassination of President Kenney, the incredible airstrike cranial surgery on the Leader of Yluria Country...
In fact, Baron Lawrence had been looking for them, but the main branch of the Arden-Nicholson Family acted too low-key. Many of their outside branches did not know their appearance or names, making it very troublesome to find them.
He spent considerable personal connections just to find out that the current head of the Arden-Nicholson Family is a young man, nothing else. Unexpectedly, by a stroke of luck, Enna Clark found him.
Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, staring at him, "I heard you can’t go back because of certain reasons?"
"..." He knows that too?!
"You have two choices, one is to go back with me, I can help you hide so your family won’t find you. But you need to help me cure someone, until they’re cured."
Paris Arden-Nicholson frowned, his delayed expression deepened, "And the second choice?"
Baron Lawrence sat upright in the chair, with his long legs crossed, exceptionally dignified. His dark eagle eyes rested on him, speaking word by word, "Simpler. I tie you up and take you back now, and have someone beat you until you agree to the first choice!"
"Damn!" Paris Arden-Nicholson suddenly jumped up, couldn’t help cursing, and grumbled irritably, "Why don’t you just tell me there’s only one choice?"
Damn it, is this called two choices?
There was fundamentally only one path in front of him—to comply!
He suddenly didn’t want to do it, thinking about how to escape.
Baron Lawrence stroked his waist with his fingertips, as if seeing through his inner thoughts. He suddenly took out a small Browning pistol and threw it on the table, arrogantly raising his sharp jawline, "I advise you not to resist, as long as I don’t kill you, everything else is within my acceptable range."
He squinted his eyes, coldly spit out a sentence, "For example, breaking your leg!"
Paris Arden-Nicholson stiffened all over, his feet were like nailed, unable to move. Now he knew what a trap felt like. He had only eaten a few pieces of cake and not only was he recognized, he also sold himself out. He raised his hands begrudgingly and sat back down. Like a frost-beaten eggplant, his head drooped, "...I choose the first one."
Did he have a choice?
From start to finish, there was only one option. Sigh.
He had no words for his heavy heart. Was this considered escaping the tiger’s mouth only to fall into the wolf’s den again?