He shook his head dumbly.
Lord Alvarado reached out and waved over the woman behind him.
She immediately handed the bottle of red wine to the Marquis.
It could be seen how familiar she was with what the Marquis was about to do next.
Lord Alvarado took the bottle of wine and suddenly smashed it against Scott’s head.
Bang!
The thick bottle shattered and the wine within it splashed, accompanied by Scott’s tragic yelp and fresh blood.
Scott cupped a hand over his head as Lord Alvarado took the hot towel from another woman to wipe his hand. The alluring smile on his face did not disappear as he said gently, “I hate it when people swear in front of me.”
“Ah! Lord Alvarado, I, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
Scott almost got a concussion from the smash and he wailed and begged for mercy, ignoring the splitting pain in his head.
Lord Alvarado then scooped out a bowl of hotpot soup before slowly pouring it over Scott’s head.
As the wound met the boiling hot hotpot soup, Scott immediately began to struggle violently like a fish out of water.
“What I hate second most, is when people interrupt me!”
Lord Alvarado did not look at Scott who was wailing in agony after he was done. Instead, he turned to look at Jasper mirthfully. “I’ve already brought him to you. You decide what to do with him.”
Jasper glanced at how pitiful Scott looked before sighing internally.
Scott was an example Lord Alvarado was using to warn others.
As to who he was trying to warn, who else but Jasper? Lord Alvarado was warning and telling him that he would only meet a more tragic end if he lied.
“Take him away.”
Jasper shook his head.
“He’s already harmless.”
These words had sealed Scott’s fate.
A suited man proceeded to drag Scott who only had the strength to whimper away. The private room was still permeated with the scent of hotpot, but it was no longer as harmonious as it used to be.
Lord Alvarado stood up and said, “I’m very busy, so I’ll be returning once I pay respects to my ancestors tomorrow morning. Someone will pass you my contact information later, understood?”
“I’ll contact you once the time is right, Marquis.” Jasper nodded.
Lord Alvarado smiled in satisfaction, his extraordinary beauty looking utterly alluring.
Without saying more, Lord Alvarado turned and left. An intrigued look flashed through both women’s eyes and one of them gave Jasper a name card.
“Mr. Laine, this is the Marquis’ personal contact information.”
Jasper took the name card and nodded. “Thank you.”
With a chuckle, the woman said, “It’s the first time I’ve seen the Marquis so willing to negotiate. You must be very capable, Mr. Laine.”
Then she reached out to touch Jasper’s chest before she left with the smile of someone who had gotten away with something bad.
The private room immediately was left empty. The corner of Jasper’s lips twitched.
Not only did this Lord Alvarado act unusually, but even his maids were uncommon.
“Jasper.”
Julian called out and arrived by Jasper’s side.
“If we were to fight, I have faith in getting you out unscathed.”
Jasper was stunned before he asked with a smile, “Do you think that I’ve been mistreated because I had no other choice but to bend to Lord Alvarado’s will?”
Julian’s gaze was murderous as he replied, “Worse come to worst, I’ll kill him at the cost of my own life. No matter how powerful he is, there’s nothing he can do if he’s dead, right?”
Jasper shook his head with a smile, though he was moved by Julian’s desire to protect him. He patted Julian’s shoulder and said, “Nothing’s ever so simple in this world.”
“We aren’t part of a fairytale where we can do things without consequences. With a company as huge as JW, so what if we manage to flee? The company will still suffer.”
