Chapter 643: Chapter 643: My Life is in Danger Right Now

“Damn it!”

Unable to find an outlet for the fury raging in his chest, Baron Lawrence threw another punch, smashing it viciously into the wall!

His hand had already been battered and bruised from his self-abuse. As his fist hit the wall, it left a red stain on the surface!

Seeing his reaction, Scott Harris knew he hadn’t listened and added, “Lord, I’m sure Ms. Clark is not in mortal danger! If Ms. Clark hadn’t been saved, the police wouldn’t have spent the whole night searching for her without finding anything.”

This answer was much better than the weak belief he’d held earlier. The crimson fury in Baron Lawrence’s eyes finally receded somewhat.

His lips tightly pressed together, he clenched his still-bleeding fist and stared at Scott Harris with bottomless black eyes, ordering, “Repeat your first sentence just now!”

The first sentence?

As someone who’d been by his side the longest, Scott Harris reacted quickly and repeated it confidently, “Lord, I am sure that Ms. Clark is definitely not in mortal danger!”

That woman was definitely not in danger?

Although he wouldn’t believe it until he saw her with his own eyes, hearing these words did make him feel slightly better, “Are you sure?”

Even if Scott Harris wasn’t certain now, in this situation, he had to give a definite answer! He stared back with determination and emphasized each word, “Yes, Lord, I am very sure that Ms. Clark is definitely not in mortal danger.”

Ms. Clark absolutely couldn’t be in danger, if anything happened to her, he couldn’t even imagine what the Lord would do.

Baron Lawrence’s ashen face finally softened a little. He glanced at Scott Harris expressionlessly and spoke coldly, “Good, you said it. If she is not safe and sound like you claim, be prepared to spend the rest of your life digging coal in Country T!”

Scott Harris, “…”

Perhaps due to his nerves relaxing slightly, the pain from the wound on his back came rushing back all at once. His injuries had worsened after the struggles of the morning, and he had merely been holding on with sheer anger. Now that he had been calmed down by Scott Harris’ assurances, he felt a little more rational, but just a little. The sweet, metallic taste in his throat could no longer be suppressed and surged up.

Baron Lawrence coughed fiercely, managing to push it back down, but a trace of blood still appeared at the corners of his mouth…

“Lord!” Scott Harris quickly supported him, only then noticing his exceptionally pale face, as if from excessive blood loss.

“You…”

“I’m fine.” Baron Lawrence shook off his hand and staggered a step forward. He suddenly asked, “Do you think Enna is really in Old Man’s hands?”

Walking ahead, it was only now that Scott Harris saw his back.

His shirt had been completely soaked with blood; some had already coagulated and clung to his back, while some was fresh and startlingly red.

Scott Harris couldn’t believe that despite his severe injuries, he had been acting as if nothing had happened and obsessing over Ms. Clark. He didn’t care about anything else, and turned to leave, “Lord, I’ll arrange a doctor for you immediately!”

Baron Lawrence frowned, his gaze sharp as he squinted, “No, first help me find out at any costs whether those who went into the sea to save Enna were really the Old Man’s people!”

“Lord! Ms. Clark’s matter can be put on hold, if you don’t treat your wounds, you’ll be in mortal danger!” For the first time, Scott Harris defied his command, insisting on finding a doctor first.

Baron Lawrence’s dark eyes swept over him, and he spoke, word by word, “If I cannot find that woman, I am already in mortal danger right now!”