Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel 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?”

“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.

Horton eventually left angrily. Two hours later, due to the commotion both in and out of the White House, Alfred had no choice but to make a personal appearance.

He looked very cultured and noble indeed.

However, his domineering aura was clear for all to see under his pleasant smile. This sent shivers down everyone’s backs, even as respect for the man welled up.

This was the air of a leader!

“I’m here now. Spill it.”

He walked in and immediately glared coldly at his son, who was still huddled in a corner.

Baylor moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

In truth, he was approaching his physical limits. He was already terminally ill, so how could he endure a whole night of torture?

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

“Finally, you’ve relented and decided to come here?”

There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes which infuriated Alfred further.