Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 3122: Chapter 3211: Dig a Pit and Bury You Together With Your Car

Paris Arden-Nicholson didn’t waste any more time, he tilted his head back and drank the poison from the bottle in one gulp.

Scott Harris watched as he drank it all down, then withdrew the gun pressed against his waist.

The first thing Paris did after drinking the poison was to quickly fork a big strawberry into his mouth, earnestly suggesting to Baron Lawrence, "I think the taste of this poison is bad, too bitter. It affects the mood of the person drinking it. If you could make it fruit-flavored, that would be better."

Two black lines slide down Scott Harris’s forehead.

Is this person thick-skinned or just brainless?

Who would even care about the flavor of poison?

Should they make a few different flavors for people to choose from?

"If you’re idle, you could try it." Baron Lawrence was the only one unfazed by his suggestion, "The premise is you focus on treating the person I want you to treat."

Paris Arden-Nicholson blinked, cluelessly tilting his head, "Aren’t you asking me to treat your daughter?"

Daughter is daughter, why be so mysterious?

"Don’t worry, I’ll treat her well. I drank the poison, I care about my life." Paris shrugged, looking relaxed, not at all like someone who just drank poison.

Baron Lawrence stared into his eyes, after a moment he stood up first, towering over him and saying, "I know you’re skilled at detoxification, you’d better not play any tricks on me, or I’ll bury you along with your car!"

Paris felt his chest chill as if his heart leaked wind under his substantial gaze.

He opened his mouth, but hadn’t said anything.

Then he heard the arrogant man’s cold warning, "During this time, Scott Harris will be watching you. If he notices you making any little moves, he’ll break your legs. Anyway, you don’t need to use your legs to treat people. If you want to sit in a wheelchair for life, go ahead and take a risk."

After speaking, he reached out to hold Enna Clark’s hand, "Let’s go. Home."

"Uh, you’re not going to the office?"

"No!" He found Paris Arden-Nicholson, which, for him, was more important than a meeting at the company.

He wanted to take him back first to help Gigi check.

He walked ahead with Enna Clark, passing by Paris Arden-Nicholson and instructed Scott Harris, "Bring him too."

"Yes, Lord." Scott Harris, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, appeared quite formal, yet he belonged to the refined and handsome type. Strangers would never guess he was the kind to hold a gun to someone without a blink, "Mr. Arden-Nicholson, please."

Earlier he was holding a gun to someone, now he was courteous and polite.

Paris sighed deeply, resigning himself as he stood up, took one last look at the untouched strawberry cake on the table, as if lamenting his lost freedom, "Uh... can I take the cake with me?"

Scott Harris calmly lowered his head, gently refused, "Mr. Arden-Nicholson can enjoy cake at Birch Garden, there are dedicated five-star pastry chefs there. Mr. Arden-Nicholson can eat anything he desires."

Paris Arden-Nicholson finally resigned, under Scott Harris’s watchful eye, he followed Scott into the roadside Land Rover...

The vehicle took half an hour to drive back to Birch Garden.

Along the way, Paris was looking around, and entering the mansion, he couldn’t help but click his tongue, "Rich people..."

"That oil painting can’t be Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, right..."

"And over there, is that The Scream Trilogy?"