Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 903: Cut Out Your Tongue

Spencer Ford lifted his head with a fierce look in his eyes, but when he t Jasper Sinclair’s blood-red eyes, his ferocity vanished.

His recently straightened posture imdiately slumped.

"If you don’t believe , you can go ask my sister."

The bodyguard, who was always stationed there, thought the high schooler’s words were extrely laughable. If it were truly possible to ask the lady, would it be his place to speak?

Evidently, Jasper Sinclair also believed this was a sign of his guilty conscience.

"My patience is limited. I’m giving you one more chance to tell the truth. Put away your little tricks, unless you don’t want your tongue anymore."

At this mont, Spencer clearly sensed the terrifying aspect of this man. He really might cut off his tongue.

He panicked.

"Swish––"

Under the shadows, there seed to be the sound of water flowing, inexplicably ringing out, followed by a strong stench.

... Spencer had wet himself out of fear.

Everyone in the room showed expressions of extre disgust.

Only the person involved lowered his stance, put aside his youthful pride, and pleaded in a low voice, "I really haven’t done anything. I want to walk the right path. I asked Nora Northwood to lend money, she wouldn’t lend it to . There’s nothing else. If you don’t believe , go ask her..."

If his limbs weren’t bound by hemp ropes, his knees would have already hit the ground.

Jasper actually wanted to punch him again, to vent his anger, but the puddle of murky urine on the ground made it impossible to get closer.

Being under the sa roof with him already felt sowhat degrading.

Then, Jasper gestured for his subordinates to take Spencer away.

Just like that, Spencer was moved from one basent to another.

Of course, Jasper wasn’t going to let him go, even if his words were truthful, even if he had nothing to do with the matter. He was still a potential danger, a bomb ready to explode at any mont.

After it was over, the man prepared to go ho.

Just as he was about to get in the car, he suddenly rembered Nora saying she’d wait for him for dinner.

Sure enough, there was a missed call on his phone.

Jasper’s sharpness faded one by one, and he instructed the driver to speed up a bit.

On the way, he asked Uncle Kevin in advance, "Has Nora gone to sleep?"

Uncle Kevin’s answer was not clear.

"The lady is in the room, but the lights are off."

He didn’t say "asleep," nor did he say "awake," leaving things ambiguous.

However, Jasper could tell that Nora’s mood was probably not good.

He asked again, "How was dinner?"

Without specifying the subject, Uncle Kevin certainly didn’t indulge himself in the thought that Mr. Sinclair was concerned about him, the old man.

Hesitating for a mont, Uncle Kevin told the truth, "The lady kept waiting for you at the dining table. The pigeon soup went cold, and she asked to throw it away."

Uncle Kevin could have simply answered, "The lady didn’t have dinner," but he didn’t.

The more the old man acted like this, the more it provoked a pain in the heart.

Jasper instructed over the phone, "Prepare so light dishes. I’ll be ho in twenty minutes."

"Okay."

After the call ended, Jasper felt regret and sadness for his absence tonight.

It was a night without gain; not only did he fail to find out Spencer’s motive, but he also missed Nora’s dinner invitation.

For the next twenty minutes, Jasper was steeped in remorse.

Unfortunately, the flower shop by the roadside was closed, and he didn’t even have the tool needed to apologize.

He searched around the car interior, but really couldn’t find anything that could cheer up a girl.

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