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

very cultured and noble

for all to see under his pleasant smile. This sent shivers down everyone’s backs, even as

the air of

here now.

his son, who was still huddled in a

and slowly opened

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

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

and decided to come

a hint of displeasure in his eyes which

and

sustain that for long because doing so irritated that injured organ

forced the bitter

All that I have done was

you talking

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

at his father and suddenly laughed as he said those blood-curdling

felt like he had

up to anybody all these years. He had thought that this was the

him that he was the one who had completed all the tasks

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