Mason Bennett didn’t care at all: "Louis wouldn’t do that, would he?"
The old man was somewhat speechless after hearing this sentence.
Indeed, even if he were really angry with Mason Bennett, he wouldn’t do that.
Whether it’s honorable or not is beside the point.
Just for Bella Green, he wouldn’t do it.
"Hmph, you’re confident, aren’t you? Mason Bennett, my granddaughter’s life is now uncertain, and you have been ruthless to the Lawrence Family. Now, you’ve come here; what exactly do you want?"
Louis Lawrence’s shrewd eyes narrowed slightly.
This is what he couldn’t understand and was most curious about.
No matter how you look at it, Mason Bennett shouldn’t be against the Lawrence Family.
Even if it were a business dispute, it wouldn’t escalate to mutually destructive levels.
Not to mention, there is no business entanglement between the two families at all.
Mason Bennett did not answer, his gaze swept around the room and finally fell on Vivian Thornecroft.
His eyes, already devoid of warmth, turned completely cold, and the temperature around him kept dropping, nearing freezing point.
In a room adequately heated, one still felt a chill.
Vivian Thornecroft likewise stared directly at Mason Bennett, showing no emotion on her face, though her heart skipped a beat; that unease was growing.
"Naturally, I’ve come to demand an explanation."
The icy, unyielding words left everyone in the room stunned.
An explanation?
He’s wreaked havoc on the Lawrence Family, and they’ve not sought out an explanation from him; yet he has come here seeking one?
Louis Lawrence was directly infuriated, raising a trembling finger at Mason Bennett, it took him a while before he could speak.
"Fine, fine, fine, I want to hear what explanation you demand!"
Louis Lawrence steadied the old man’s frame, his eyes slightly lifted, half-smiling.
"Grandfather, don’t worry, mind your health, let’s listen to what Mr. Bennett has to say."
Louis Lawrence took advantage of this opportunity to calm down, snorted coldly, sat on the sofa, and glared angrily at Mason Bennett.
However, Mason Bennett’s gaze remained on Vivian Thornecroft, cold and ominous, causing Vivian Thornecroft’s heart to tense.
His face also darkened.
As the young master of the Thornecroft Family, he had always been admired since childhood, not to mention, now that he was in the Lawrence Family.
The only legitimate heir of the Lawrence Family, one of the four major families in Kyoto.
Whether in the company.
Or amongst the aristocrats of Kyoto, they flattered him.
He had long been accustomed to the dignity and pride that this identity bestowed upon him.
Yet at this moment, standing before Mason Bennett, he felt a strong sense of oppression.
In fact, in front of this man, he couldn’t even muster the pride he had.
This realization deepened his color, and the discontent in his heart became more intense, surpassing the unease.
He took a deep breath, ready to speak up and regain his momentum.
But the man in front swung his fist already.
This scene happened in the blink of an eye; no one reacted in time.
By the time they did, Vivian Thornecroft was already on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth.
Mason Bennett stood there with his clothes still immaculate, looking narrowly at the sprawled and disheveled Vivian Thornecroft.
Louis Lawrence immediately became furious, stood up, and angrily shouted, "Mason Bennett, what are you doing!"
The butler, Feng, immediately called for the security guards.
But Mason Bennett made no further move, and the security guards did not receive instructions to intervene.
Mason Bennett casually tidied his cuff, turned to look at Louis Lawrence, his gaze still cool.
"Since old Mr. Lawrence wouldn’t speak for Bella, then as her husband, I naturally have to come personally."