Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 877

His head was bowed as he laughed, his husky chortles sounding as sharp as a knife.

“So, he’s just protecting himself after all?”

“You…”

“Horton Clint, listen up. If he really wants to know everything, he should come and see me personally. Not like now, when all he does is send a few dogs like you to come and tempt or force me. You get me?”

Baylor had clearly lost all patience, his disdain and disinterest obvious in his eyes.

Horton immediately turned stony-faced.

 

How dare this kid call me a dog?

He shot up and snapped, “Baylor, watch your words! I’m just here to offer you a word of advice since I watched you grow up. How dare you say those things to me? Do you know what it means if your father were to come here?”

 

Baylor sniggered but offered no response.

What would it mean?

Death, of course!

However, he keeps sending these watchdogs to talk to me. Does that mean I won’t have to die if I confess?

This was all a huge joke to Baylor.

to the commotion both in and out of the White House, Alfred had no choice but to make a

cultured and noble

domineering aura was clear for all to see under his pleasant smile. This sent shivers down everyone’s backs, even as respect for the man welled

was the air of a

now.

his son, who was still huddled in

moved slightly and slowly

physical limits. He was already terminally ill, so how could he endure a whole night of

good look at his father who had finally appeared. With a slight twitch of his lips, he mustered every bit of his energy

you’ve relented and decided

displeasure in

and start

not sustain that for long because

the

All that I have done was in

talking about?

yes, have you forgotten? I’m the pawn that you arranged secretly in order to reduce the power of the

sat staring at his father and suddenly laughed

had been struck by

of the Jadesons, he had never brought this up to anybody all these years. He

he was the one who had

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