CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: THE YOUNG MASTER GOES ON A HUNGER STRIKE

The servants standing around were all holding their breath, not daring to make a sound. As soon as the master returned, he pulled the young master out of the room with a cold face, but the young master remained defiant and showed no intention of begging for mercy.

And so, the two were at a standoff...

"Twinkle, how many times have I told you that the woman is a bad influence trying to deceive you? You’ve been tricked by her."

After a moment of silence, Jason Hawthorne tried to soften his tone, attempting to persuade his son.

Justin Hawthorne kept a straight face and earnestly replied, "Sister is not a bad woman! She’s at least much better than those girlfriends you had before, who only knew how to flatter me all day long, touching my face and slobbering all over. I hated it!"

Jason Hawthorne rubbed his forehead. Over the past few years, under pressure from the patriarch, he had tried matchmaking with various heiresses. Whenever he introduced a suitable one to his son, he disliked them all.

Gradually, he lost interest in these efforts, as women to him had become dispensable!

Unexpectedly, his son defended this woman so adamantly, completely beyond his expectations!

"What exactly did that woman say to you?" Jason Hawthorne restrained his anger.

"Sister didn’t say anything to me, but I simply like her."

"..."

Standing behind, Mason Cross couldn’t help but shiver. Only the young master would dare to talk to the BOSS like this; if it were anyone else, they’d probably end up dead!

Negotiations failed.

Jason Hawthorne’s impression of Laura Quincy worsened. Her methods of beguiling children were truly impressive!

Up until 10 PM, Justin Hawthorne hadn’t touched a grain of rice or had a sip of water, leaving the anxious servants at a loss.

Sitting in his study, Jason Hawthorne smoked one cigarette after another, with the ashtray in front of him almost full. Each report from the servants gripped his heart.

"Sir, the young master won’t even drink the soup Mrs. Miller made."

"Sir, the young master’s complexion is getting paler."

"Sir, the young master said if anyone forces him to eat, he will never forgive... you."

The veins on Jason Hawthorne’s hand bulged as he suddenly stood up and walked outside, "Mason, have David ready the car."

Laura Quincy had gone out without her car tonight and drank quite a bit without restraint. Nina Pierce was originally worried about letting her go home alone, but the hospital called her in suddenly, so she had to hail a taxi for her friend before rushing back.

The taxi driver dropped Laura Quincy off at the entrance of Building 16 in Orchid Gardens. After getting off the car, Laura didn’t forget to send a text to her friend Nina: "Dear, I’m home!"

But the next second—

She was forcibly shoved into a black stretch limousine. Before she could understand what was happening, the car started moving.

What the hell? What’s happening?

Turning her head, she saw the icy man sitting next to her, and without thinking, Laura Quincy swung her fist at him. Even if this was a dream, she wanted to punch him hard.

Bastard!

Jason Hawthorne quickly caught her wrist, his voice cold, "Woman, you’re courting death!"

Laura Quincy, whose wrist was grabbed, was in such pain that she was on the verge of tears, "Let go! You’re hurting me!"

Jason Hawthorne glanced at her with disdain, the smell of alcohol reeking off her. If he weren’t worried about Twinkle’s health, he wouldn’t have bothered to pick her up.

"Open the window!"

"Yes, sir."

David responded respectfully. He knew the master had a cleanliness obsession; being able to endure a woman reeking of alcohol sitting next to him was already a miracle.