Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: The Lawrence Family Conglorate Really Faces a Crisis
The next day.
Enna Clark woke up close to ten o’clock.
By the ti she ca to, the bed was already empty.
She rubbed her eyes that she could barely open, and sat up.
As soon as she sat up, she pulled the muscles in her back, and her whole body ached terribly.
“Hiss—”
Enna didn’t need to think to know why her body was so sore and swollen.
Last night, she first cooperated, then kept saying no, but still ended up being done until she passed out. It would have been weird not to wake up sore this morning!
She moved her arms a bit, and her body didn’t feel as sore anymore.
Enna Clark glanced at the ti and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom.
The bathroom was as big as a bedroom, equipped with a huge mirror.
She walked in front of the mirror and imdiately saw speckled marks all over her body.
Especially around her neck, it was simply unbearable to look at.
Thinking back to last night, the feeling of being bitten on her neck just before passing out, she couldn’t help but touch her neck, feeling utterly dejected.
Is he a dog? He loves biting so much.
Usually biting her lips, and on the bed… biting her neck…
She glanced a few tis and stopped looking, turned on the shower head, and began washing.
After taking a shower, Enna Clark didn’t rush out, but dug out so foundation she hadn’t used in a long ti, sared a layer on her neck, and then used concealer to cover several key spots on her neck.
Assuring that the abnormalities on her neck were no longer visible, she changed into a skirt and left.
After taking a shower, she felt much more refreshed. The first thing she did when she returned to the bedroom was to pick up her cell phone, intending to send a ssage to Baron Lawrence.
But the mont she turned on her phone,
there was a ding.
A news alert popped up on the screen—”Lawrence Corporation’s President in peril, Cousin officially initiates shareholders’ eting!”
Enna Clark’s heart skipped a beat, and she stood still as she opened the news link.
Her phone imdiately popped up a video.
Reporters, ard with mics and caras, surrounded the entrance to Lawrence Headquarters, all aid at the black Bugatti encircled in the middle.
“President Lawrence, President Lawrence, do you know about the shareholders’ eting? Do you have any strategies in response?”
“President Lawrence, President Lawrence, Lawrence Corporation’s stock continues to fall. Will the initiation of the shareholders’ eting at this ti affect you?”
“President Lawrence, President Lawrence, were you aware of the shareholders’ eting beforehand? Did Ms. Skye consult with you first?”
“President Lawrence, President Lawrence, please answer our questions.”
“President Lawrence, please answer.”
“President Lawrence, can you answer one question, please?”
“…”
The reporters almost poked their microphones against the car window. The video was noisy and crowded with people.
Just then,
about a dozen n dressed as bodyguards arrived with the security team.
“Make way, make way.”
“Don’t push!”
“What are you doing!”
The video was shaky and unsteady.
When it stabilized again, the security and bodyguards had already cleared a path.
Imdiately afterward, the door of the black Bugatti, which was completely blocked in, opened. Enna Clark saw Scott Harris stepping out of the car at first glance.
Scott Harris, in a suit, looked healthy and decisive, as if he didn’t see the reporters who were rushing madly to squeeze around, and he opened the car door.
Suddenly, a long leg appeared in everyone’s view.
The man in the impeccable suit stepped out of the car.
With a face of chiseled features, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and those long legs, he was more dazzling than male models on the runway!
“It’s President Lawrence!”
“President Lawrence, President Lawrence, can you answer a question, please?”
Finding the person they were after, the reporters excitedly surged toward the center.
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