Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 511 - 507: What He Wants Is His Submission (Part 1)
In the end, he let go of her hand, allowing her to ’serve’ him.
But the hatred in his heart was gradually spreading, someday he would return all these grudges, all these pains, to Nathan Land.
He believed this day wouldn’t keep him waiting for long.
...
"Something’s wrong, Third Brother, open the door! Hurry up!"
Early in the morning, outside the door was Luke Land’s anxious shouting and heavy banging.
Sophie Smith opened her eyes, took away Asher Land’s big hand placed on her waist, put on a pair of slippers, and groggily walked toward the door.
"Asher is still asleep, what’s the matter?" Sophie asked aloud.
Luke ignored Sophie, bypassed her, and went straight to Asher Land’s bedside.
"Your son is in trouble, and you’re still sleeping here?" Luke said coldly.
"Trouble? What happened to Alexander?" Sophie was as if she got struck by lightning, quickly pulling Luke’s sleeve to ask.
Asher was also shocked awake by his words and suddenly sat up from the bed.
"What happened to him?"
"It’s hard to explain briefly, go see for yourself, in the back garden."
Asher didn’t even change his robe, just strode outside. Luke glanced at Sophie, folded his arms, and there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
"You guys are about to suffer; the old man has started moving again." He dropped this sentence and followed Asher out.
Sophie had no mind to explore what Asher’s words meant, casually changed clothes, and walked toward the place Luke mentioned.
The back garden was bustling at this moment.
On a flat part of the garden stood a long table. Sitting around the table were Nathan Land, Colton Morton, Enzo Land, and Amelia Williams.
Irene Morton and Oscar Land stood behind them, and a maid brought tea sets preparing to serve tea.
Asher and Luke hurriedly arrived, but before they could approach, a few bodyguards in black stopped them about ten meters from the table.
Oscar Land glanced in their direction and signaled them not to act rashly.
A clear cry in the serene morning was exceptionally piercing. Luke looked toward the source of the sound, and saw behind Nathan Land, a maid holding a child. Who else could that child be if not Alexander?
What exactly does the old man want to do?
"Third Young Master Land, early in the morning seeing the elders, you don’t even greet us. It seems you’re becoming more unruly." Enzo Land’s sharp voice suddenly came, and whenever he made such an expression, Asher knew things wouldn’t be good.
"Father, good morning." Even though he wasn’t willing to bow now, Alexander was in their hands, and he couldn’t act hastily.
"Hmm." Nathan Land replied softly, picked up the hot tea on the table, took a sip, put down the teacup, and his gaze fell on his left arm.
The doctor at the other estate said his arm was considered ruined. To heal it, the chance wasn’t more than ten percent.
Judging by his appearance this morning, his usual arrogance seemed to have diminished a bit, apparently he’s restrained himself.
Thinking of this, Nathan Land nodded with satisfaction.
What he wanted was his submission.
"Father, Alexander..."
Asher just wanted to speak, but Nathan Land mercilessly interrupted him.
"Opening your mouth and mentioning your son, isn’t that inappropriate?"
Asher clenched his fists, his lips tightly pressed, desperately calming the impulse and fury within his heart.
