Free Web NovelChapter 289: Chapter 289: Ruthless! The Eldest Young Master Law’s Revenge!
When those burly men in black appeared in the hospital room, Rosalind White had already sensed that something terrible was about to happen!
Yet no matter how clever she was, she never thought that Adrian Law would actually publicly punish her through his subordinates!
With just a look from Adrian Law, the leader, Wyatt Law, swiftly rushed forward and grabbed Rosalind White by the jaw!
"Ahhh, are you all crazy?! I am your young master’s savior! I am his destined true love, how dare you treat me like this!"
"Adrian, save me! Make them release me now!"
Rosalind White’s body trembled with fear; she might have faced embarrassing situations before, but they were all within her predictions, even hitting her head against the post was part of her carefully calculated plan!
But for Adrian Law to allow his subordinates to treat her this way, under everyone’s eyes, was something Rosalind White never imagined in her life!
Adrian Law furrowed his handsome brows upon seeing how noisy Rosalind White was.
"So noisy, it’s frustrating to watch."
...
Following orders, Wyatt quickly instructed several of the burly men around.
"Quick, fetch the rope and tie up this woman!"
"How dare you—"
Rosalind White looked at Wyatt in utter panic; among these muscular men in black, he was the only one she recognized.
After all, Wyatt had been by Adrian Law’s side since childhood, his most trusted confidant and subordinate, the bond between them was as close as brothers.
"Wyatt, I beg you, don’t tie me up! I’m innocent!"
"Wyatt, I saved your young master’s life, how can you treat me like this!"
Moreover, she possessed the destiny of the most revered lady of the Law family, if they struck her face, wouldn’t that be equivalent to rubbing the Law family’s dignity into the ground?!
But Adrian Law couldn’t care less about these things!
Wyatt merely let out a cold laugh.
"Miss White, just for saving our young master, the benefits you’ve received are enough for an ordinary family to live for decades, are you still trying to act coy?"
"You, you—"
Rosalind White was left speechless.
She never imagined that Wyatt, just a subordinate of Adrian Law, could speak with such unbridled arrogance!
...
Rosalind White had no choice, her beautiful eyes widened like copper bells, she no longer cared for the noble demeanor of being a savior, she could only plead with Adrian Law.
"Adrian, are you really going this far with me?"
"Don’t you have any gratitude for me at all? Even if we set aside the life-saving grace of the past, and the destiny declaration by the master at Sage’s Mercy Temple, we grew up together as childhood sweethearts!"
"Childhood sweethearts?"
Adrian Law coldly chewed over these four words, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of nearly cruel cold light gathered in his gaze.
"Rosalind White, who allowed you to self-proclaim this? The Law family raising and appreciating you, placing you in The Law Residence, has nothing to do with me."
He despised others trying to associate themselves with him, especially when Rosalind White mentioned being childhood sweethearts, it was disgusting!
...
The man’s sharp gaze was like a blade, wanting to see right through her directly.
Rosalind White’s heart skipped violently, she didn’t know why, facing Adrian Law’s gaze, she always felt a bit guilty.
"I... I..."
"Since you can’t say anything, I suppose you won’t need to speak in the future either."
Adrian Law coldly threw out a sentence.
Rosalind White hadn’t figured out what this meant when she suddenly saw Wyatt nod his head respectfully.
"Yes, Young Master."
Rosalind White’s beautifully groomed brows furrowed even deeper; she carefully thought about how Adrian Law had repeatedly mentioned something about "mute" earlier, and now said something about "don’t need to speak."
Could it be...
Chills ran through Rosalind White’s heart, and before she had time to think it through, she saw Wyatt suddenly take out a small white porcelain bottle from his jacket pocket.
It was an exquisitely crafted sweet white-glazed bottle, somehow created into such a small object by someone, warm as jade, yet lustrous and bright.
Rosalind White, having been raised as a little princess in the Law family for so many years, was quite knowledgeable about antiques; she could tell at a glance whether the glaze was exquisite.
Yet at this moment, Rosalind White had no time to admire the beauty of the small porcelain bottle as she saw Wyatt open the lid, tilt the bottle, and spill out three small pills.
...
What are these?!
"Adrian... what exactly are you having them do to me?"
Rosalind White was shocked, dozens of terrible ideas flashing in her mind.
Adrian Law stood tall by the window, lazily casting her a glance.
"This is a mute potion specially made by Zion Prescott for me, no one has used it yet, you’re getting a bargain!"
The man’s voice was indifferent as ice, yet like the deepest, most elegant notes of a cello, but for Rosalind White, it was like being struck by lightning!
Mute... mute potion?
"No, no, no! Adrian... I was wrong... please don’t do this to me, okay?"
"I don’t want to become mute! I don’t want to lose my voice! Ahhh..."
Rosalind White stared in utmost terror at the three black pills, even though her body was tightly bound, she struggled desperately, almost on the brink of collapse.
However, escaping from the ropes tied by Wyatt’s men was far from easy.
"Such a noise."
Adrian Law glanced disdainfully at Rosalind White, disregarding the panic overflowing in her eyes.
With his command, Wyatt quickly had two of the burly men in black, one pinning Rosalind White’s throat, the other holding her arm firmly to prevent her from moving.
Her mouth was forced open, and Wyatt swiftly and with lightning speed tossed the three specially made mute pills into Rosalind White’s mouth.
Rosalind White let out a violent scream.
She tried hard to spit them out, but how could Adrian Law allow her such a thing.
These three pills were specially crafted by Zion Prescott at his request, involving significant effort, using the finest rare ingredients, truly one of a kind.
"Make her swallow them."
Adrian Law’s voice was indifferent, devoid of any human emotion.
"Yes, Young Master."
Wyatt nodded in respect, swiftly pressing a point on Rosalind White’s throat.
In mere seconds, Rosalind White’s body went limp, and within two seconds, those pills were swallowed down.
...
"No..."
Rosalind White’s spirit completely collapsed.
Filled with terror, she lifted her head and looked at the figure by the window, still as dignified and incomparable as ever.
"Are you scared? Are you afraid?"
Adrian Law slowly approached, his voice incredibly gentle.
But only Rosalind White knew, this man was a demon right out of hell.
Adrian Law looked down at her from above, those phoenix eyes slowly accumulating frost.
"You should consider yourself lucky that I didn’t cut out your tongue."
Lucky?
Rosalind White let out a painful scream, wanting to retort, but suddenly she realized with horror that her throat... she couldn’t speak anymore.
No, how can this be?!
