Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1273

Carson indignantly retorted, "Don't fool around anymore. I'm warning you, hurry up and tell us the message Ron left and roll yourself down the mountain once you're done."

Jay believed that once they were used, Old Master Yorks would genuinely make them roll down the mountain.

Jay had fooled around with Spencer the whole day. Moreover, he had caused a very good-tempered man to start fuming in anger, so he knew that it was time to put out the fire. He uttered discreetly, "We were staying at the Flower City Hotel yesterday and were lucky enough to stumble upon Master Ron."

Spencer narrowed his eyes and uncovered Jay's lies." Our Ronnie is seriously ill and bed-ridden. He has minimal mobility. Did you perhaps stumble upon him in bed?"

Jay's eyebrows twitched at the thought. His uncle's imagination was vibrant.

"It's a long story. We just arrived in Flower City last night and were feeling cold because of the icy weather here, so we thought about drinking some alcohol to keep warm. Who would've thought that my companion here has low alcohol tolerance? After

drinking a few sips of booze, he became drunk and unrestrained and was howling to the point that it annoyed the tenants downstairs-"

Spencer waved at him impatiently. "I don't want to hear about it from the beginning. Just tell me very simply and clearly, what happened to Ronnie?"

"Dead," Jay leisurely spat out.

Spencer was truly dumbfounded. That answer was surely simple and straightforward.

"How did he die?"

"Illness or homicide," Jay continued to answer concisely.

Spencer was so anxious that he cursed out, "Can't you add more f*cking words to your sentences?"

Jay added more words as he wished, "Illness or homicide, it's to be determined."

Spencer was utterly speechless. "Well then, we'll go according to your pace. Tell me in detail how you encountered my Ronnie up until his demise."

Jay continued, "His servant came to knock on our door last night to ask me to be quiet as to not disturb his young master's rest."

Spencer cast a death stare at Jay. "You disturbed our Ronnie's rest in the middle of the night?" "I'll get you back for that later!'

Indifferent, Jay continued to say, "We heard sounds of cries this morning. And out of humanitarian concern, I went downstairs to take a look. Because of that one visit, your young master's servant laid his eyes on me and entrusted me to send you people this message."

Spencer's eyebrows started twitching. This guy's narrative technique truly made him feel less than impressed. Stumbling upon Ronnie in bed and the servant laying his eyes on him... It truly made one's imaginations run wild.

"Are you done?"

Jay nodded his head.

Spencer was shocked by the terrible news of his nephew's death and was furiously trembling all over due to Jay's trickery. Under the double heavy blow, he just wanted to find an outlet for catharsis. "Guards, head to Flower City Hotel immediately and bring Ronnie back. I want to see him dead or alive."

"Yes, sir!" The guards received their orders.

Jay knew that once he revealed the information, they had lost their value.

Spencer's gaze was locked on Jay's calm and handsome face. He was triggered by his harmless smile. He pointed at Jay and roared. "Tie him up. I want to skin him alive and drink his blood!" As soon as he said this, Angeline stood up tremblingly in fright.

Jay's eyes drifted toward her transient worries, and he held onto Angeline's hand. He muttered, "Don't worry, stay seated."

Angeline sat down anxiously.

On the other side, Zayne and Josephine were so terrified that they were hugging each other again.

Sis Shirley was staring blankly ahead.

Grayson, who was ready to charge ahead, watched Spencer and his men attentively.

Then, Jay very unhurriedly stood up and excoriated Spencer. "Old Master Yorks, please speak in a lower volume. My dear missus is very timid."