met free Chapter 2725 - 2734: Told You There’s a Gun Pointed at You
Chapter 2725 - 2734: Told You There’s a Gun Pointed at You
He left a backup plan, but it wasn’t these people. The person he left is the one who just flattered and fawned over Howe Westbrook at the door. That person is his man. If Howe Westbrook wants to act against him, that person will immediately take Howe Westbrook hostage, forcing him to stop.
Whose people are these?
Just as he was puzzled, a tall and slender figure walked in, exuding an oppressive aura, "The one who plotted against you is me!"
Howe Westbrook paused for a full three seconds when he saw the newcomer, then reacted, "Baron Lawrence, why is it you!"
He couldn’t understand why the person who came was Baron Lawrence.
"This is an internal conflict of the Westbrook Family. Are you sure you want to intervene, President Lawrence?" He reacted, furrowing his brow fiercely and spoke with displeasure.
"So what if I intervene." The distinguished man seemed to not take him seriously at all, glancing at him sideways, casually walking to the room’s only chair to sit down, his long legs crossed, arms resting on the chair back, arrogant and conceited!
As if his actions were telling Howe Westbrook, what can you do even if I intervene!
"You!" As Howe Westbrook moved a bit, the previously encountered Black man immediately coolly reminded him, "Young Master Westbrook, I advise you not to move. I already told you, if you move more than 9 degrees, the sniper targeting you will shoot you without orders."
Howe Westbrook saw the red laser pointing at his head, no matter how furious he was, he could only forcefully swallow his anger. Now, he was like a fish on the chopping block, Baron Lawrence could kill him at any moment! Whether he wanted it or not, he had to endure!
He took a deep breath, forced himself to squeeze out a fake smile and said to Baron Lawrence, "President Lawrence, isn’t this inappropriate? The Lawrence Family and Westbrook Family have always had good relations. The most taboo in large families is meddling in others’ affairs. Your blatant interference is too out of line."
"So what?" The casual, disregarding attitude further infuriated Howe Westbrook, making him grind his teeth.
Howe Westbrook forced a smile, "I wasn’t aware of such deep bonds between President Lawrence and my brother."
For Baron Lawrence to openly interfere in another family’s internal conflict is absolutely taboo among elite families; if the word got out, many people would certainly be displeased with his actions.
Especially the older generation, who despise those who act without following rules.
Is it worth it for someone like Lyle Westbrook?
Before he could finish his forced smile of a cold sneer, he heard the Black man beside him remind him again, "Young Master Westbrook, I’ll say it again, please don’t move. Just now, the sniper asked twice through the earpiece if he should take action. If you keep moving around, I can’t guarantee he won’t shoot without asking me next time."
"I didn’t move at all! I just laughed!" Howe Westbrook had never been humiliated like this, and retorted angrily.
The Black bodyguard shrugged, expressionless, and said to him, "Then please, Young Master Westbrook, don’t give a ghostly laugh. Laugh too happily and you might really become a ghost and won’t be able to laugh anymore."
Don’t give a ghostly laugh, laugh too happily you might become a ghost and won’t laugh anymore!
It was like a slap, fiercely hitting Howe Westbrook’s face, leaving him no face, directly embarrassing him in front of his subordinates.