His expression was reflected in Anthony’s eyes, but Anthony just smiled ndly, “Want to kill me? I advise you to put away any thoughts you shouldn’t have. See the phone on the table?”


    He said, he reached out to the front of the phone sped on the table turned over, but the screen was lit.


    Instead, the screen showed the status of a call in progress, looking at several minutes of chatter that coincided with the time Martin Baron had arrived.


    “As soon as I’m dead, someone will naturally let it out about you. At that time, you will be a betrayer, a usurper that the people of the Hidden Tribe will spit on and leave a stink for years toe.”


    Anthony spoke with an angledugh, “Hahahaha, Martin, you pride yourself on being superior and are most concerned with decency. I bet you wouldn’t dare to make a move on me. Right?”


    It must be said that Anthony is absolutely despicable man.


    He coveted Martin Baron, but held back from making a move.


    Threatening Martin Baron on the night before the session ceremony of the Hidden Lord was a fatal blow to him.


    If his 20 years of hard work and nning were to be destroyed overnight and his reputation ruined, Martin Baron could not afford such a result.


    Anthony saw Martin Baron standing there motionless, he raised his eyebrows, put the cigar in the ashtray, got up and walked to him, cupped his cheek with one hand, patted his cheek with the other, “Martin, you are a smart man, you should know how to make a choice.”


    Martin Baron red angrily, his eyes flushed scarlet, his clenched fists bruised, but in the end the storm subsided and he finally chose topromise, resigning himself to his fate and giving up his dignity in ‘submission’.


    This night, sharing the fish and water, the sound, Anthony got what he wanted, the mood is very good.


    I don’t know how many hours passed, Anthony just rounded him up, “It’ste, you hurry back to get ready. My sniper is right outside the door, you can take him directly into the pceter, otherwise the heavily guarded pce, he simply can not enter.”


    “Good.”


    Martin Baron nodded, got up, packed up and went out of the bedroom.


    The moment he closed the door, his gaze was tinged with a bit of ruthlessness and murderous coldness.


    When he walked outside the living room, he swept a nce at Ethan standing in the doorway, “You’re the sniper Anthony was talking about?”


    Ethan jawed slightly, “Yes.”


    “Follow me.” Martin Baron led him away with him.


    …


    Time goes back a few hours.


    The Royal Pce.


    Marilyn Baron had fallen asleep early in her side hall.


    Deborah Baron was worried that she would be too nervous to sleep, but when she went to the side hall, she was sound asleep.


    She shook her head in exasperation, “This Marilyn, what a big heart.”


    Originally, she wanted to wake up Marilyn Baron, but on second thought, she had already told her what she should tell her, and she had already told her what she should tell her, so she just let her rest well.


    Qingtang left the side hall and went back to her pce.


    Just as she was preparing to sleep, the servant knocked on her bedroom door, “Hidden Lord, the Fifth Prince is here.”


    “Myron?”


    Deborah Baron didn’t understand what Myron Baron was doing over here, so she said, “Let him in.”


    Not long after, the door to the room opened and Myron Baron walked in.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    “Is Mother nning to rest?” He asked.


    “Well, I’m getting ready to rest. What are you doing here sote?”


    Deborah Baron got up, poured him a cup of tea, and gestured for him to go sit on the couch.