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Scott Harris glanced at her, mourning for her silently in his heart.
Just as he thought.
“You don’t have to thank . I never intended to help you. I ca here because Adam Sinclair traded a piece of land for my presence. It has nothing to do with you. If I didn’t have to co here, I wouldn’t waste a single second on such a tedious holiday!”
Brutally honest!
Without even sparing a glance at the pale woman, he walked away.
Scott Harris hastily followed.
Once they got into the elevator, he quietly said, “My Lord, don’t you think you were too harsh on Young Master Sinclair’s cousin just now?”
Baron Lawrence fixed his cold gaze on him and asked, “Have I slept with her?”
“Then why should I show her any respect?”
It was a big deal for him to co on this special ti every Friday. He knew exactly what that woman was thinking. But why should he play along? He had no interest in dining with a woman who irritated him just by looking at her, even if she was Adam Sinclair’s sister!
Scott Harris finally shut up.
Downstairs.
The car was already waiting for them. Without waiting for the driver, Scott Harris opened the door for him.
Baron Lawrence slid into the seat comfortably.
Imdiately, a dozen Humrs started and left smoothly—
The handso man leaned back against the leather sofa, tiredly closing his eyes and rubbing his nose bridge. After his exhaustion subsided a bit, he switched on his iPad.
The screen displayed every move Enna Clark made in her mansion in Capital City.
From her getting in the car, getting out of the car, to her entering the mansion. Everything she did, saw, and said was crystal clear on the screen—there were even different angles to choose from.
If Enna saw this, she would rage about illegal surveillance!
However, she knew nothing.
Quietly, Baron Lawrence watched the petite woman in the video clean the room for him, cook soup for him, and his sour mood instantly improved significantly.
Soon, the car stopped in front of his castle-like villa in Yluria Country. He put away the iPad and got out of the car.
Inside the villa, a fox-eyed young master had been waiting for a long ti. As soon as he saw Baron Lawrence return, he got up with a smile and said, “I thought you might not co back tonight. Did you not take a fancy to my cousin?”
“Cut the crap. What’s up?”
“I ca to see a patient, as your doctor. Apart from the check-ups, what else could it be?”
Underneath Adam Sinclair’s jocular exterior, he got down to business in no ti. After making his patient sit, he lifted his shirt. The man’s abs rippled as he moved, but the crisscrossing wounds on his back were more eye-catching than any visual titillation.
Sinclair quieted down, gently pressed on his patient’s ribs, and asked, “How does it feel, does it hurt?”
Lawrence’s ribs stabbed with pain, but not a flicker of discomfort showed on his face, nor did he groan. “I’m fine.”
“Please, does ‘fine’ an good or not good?” Sinclair furrowed his brows in frustration. “Young Master Lawrence, President Lawrence, General Lawrence, can’t you just cooperate with for once?”
Three months ago, Enna Clark suddenly left Linton City. That sa night, he received a long-distance call from Scott Harris, saying that Baron Lawrence had a severe car accident. He rushed to Yluria overnight and perford a 12-hour surgery to save Lawrence from near death. But over the past three months, his patient hadn’t been cooperating with the treatnt. Although Sinclair had said that the patient needed to stay in the hospital for three months, Lawrence had discharged himself after a month and a half. He hadn’t stopped his work or his etings for a second. And this was after finding Enna Clark and bringing her back under his control. Sinclair didn’t dare to think about what would have happened if Baron Lawrence hadn’t found Enna Clark promptly..
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