"Think carefully." Baron Lawrence said, not rushing him to make a decision.
Paris Arden-Nicholson looked as if his world had collapsed, yet he had to force himself to say, "I have thought it over."
Baron Lawrence took out his phone and sent a message to Scott Harris. Shortly afterwards, Scott Harris stepped down from a Land Rover at the intersection and walked over briskly while bowing respectfully, "Lord."
"Give him the item." Baron Lawrence's eagle-like eyes casually flicked, his proud and handsome face was suffocating.
Scott Harris took a small bottle from his pocket and placed it on Paris Arden-Nicholson's table, then stepped aside.
Paris Arden-Nicholson stared curiously at the bottle, observing it for a few seconds, then picked it up and couldn't help asking, "What is this? A drink?"
"Poison." Simple and crude enough!
Before Paris Arden-Nicholson could throw the bottle away, he heard Baron Lawrence order forcefully, "Drink it!"
