Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1273

Carson indignantly retorted, "Don't fool around anymore. I'm warning you, hurry up and tell us the message Ron left and roll yourself down the mountain once you're done."

Jay believed that once they were used, Old Master Yorks would genuinely make them roll down the mountain.

Jay had fooled around with Spencer the whole day. Moreover, he had caused a very good-tempered man t o start fuming in anger, so he knew that it was time to put out the fire. He uttered discreetly, "We were staying at the Flower City Hotel yesterday and were lucky enough to stumble upon Master Ron."

Spencer narrowed his eyes and uncovered Jay’s lies." Our Ronnie is seriously ill and bed-ridden. He has minimal mobility. Did you perhaps stumble upon him i n bed?"

Jay's eyebrows twitched at the thought. His uncle’s imagination was vibrant.

"It's a long story. We just arrived in Flower City last night and were feeling cold because of the icy weather here, so we thought about drinking some alcohol to keep warm. Who would've thought that my companion here has low alcohol tolerance? After

drinking a few sips of booze, he became drunk and unrestrained and was howling to the point that it annoyed the tenants downstairs-"

Spencer waved at him impatiently. "I don't want to hear about it from the beginning. Just tell me very simply and clearly, what happened to Ronnie?”

"Dead,” Jay leisurely spat out.

Spencer was truly dumbfounded. That answer was surely simple and straightforward.

"How did he die?”

"Illness or homicide," Jay continued to answer concisely.

Spencer was so anxious that he cursed out, "Can’t you add more f*cking words to your sentences?"

Jay added more words as he wished, "Illness or homicide, it's to be determined.”

Spencer was utterly speechless. "Well then, we'll go according to your pace. Tell me in detail how you encountered my Ronnie up until his demise.”

Jay continued, "His servant came to knock on our door last night to ask me to be quiet as to not disturb his young master’s rest.”