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.
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