The situation has already reached the worst possible state.
And right at this mont, the least expected person ca.
When Scott Harris led Lyle Westbrook into the villa, Enna Clark was still struggling to pull her wrist free, demanding him to let go.
"Young Master Westbrook, Lord Lawrence and the others are inside."
When Scott Harris entered, seeing the living room’s situation, his heart skipped a beat.
He thought Ms. Clark had reconciled with Lord Lawrence, but looking at the scene now, it seems like the argunt has intensified?
He brought Young Master Lyle in at this mont...
Scott Harris felt a bead of sweat trickle down his heart.
Lyle Westbrook also noticed the situation in the living room, his gaze shifted from the two arguing people, subconsciously landing on Enna Clark’s wrist that was being clutched, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Enna Clark stopped struggling when she saw soone coming in, despite being held by Baron Lawrence, she couldn’t muster a smile.
"Enna, I brought sothing for you." Lyle Westbrook acted as if he hadn’t noticed the tense atmosphere in the living room, walked straight over, calmly handing her the bag he held, saying, "You might find it useful."
"What is it?" Enna Clark was unaware of what it contained, paused for a mont, and accepted it.
Lyle Westbrook shot a sharp glance at the man, pursed his lips slightly, and said, "It’s nothing, you’ll know when you see it later."
This seemingly ordinary yet natural conversation appeared like raging flas in Baron Lawrence’s eyes.
His temples tensed into a line, and even inadvertently increased the force in his hand.
Enna Clark’s wrist was still gripped tightly, sending a sensation of pain; she frowned and stifled a sound, forcibly suppressing the urge to cry out.
Lyle Westbrook was watching her the whole ti, impossible for him not to notice the sudden pallor of her face. Originally not intending to intervene in their affairs, seeing this, he couldn’t help but raise his head and say to the domineering and arrogant man, "Young Master Lawrence, you’re holding her too tightly, you’re hurting Enna."
"It’s none of your business!"
Lyle Westbrook frowned slightly, a flicker of patience flashed in his peach blossom eyes, as his rose-colored lips touched, he said, "You’re hurting her."
"I said, it’s none of your business!"
Anger flared in Lyle Westbrook’s eyes, unwilling to waste words with him, he reached out to pull his hand away.
The full day and night of Baron Lawrence’s pent-up anger was suddenly ignited at this mont!
He promptly yanked Enna Clark over, drawing her behind him. Swinging his fist, he punched towards Lyle Westbrook—
"Baron Lawrence!"
His speed was as swift and fierce, so fast that Enna Clark couldn’t stop it in ti. Watching helplessly as his fist landed on Lyle Westbrook’s face, Lyle staggered, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Baron Lawrence’s nature wouldn’t let him stop easily once he started. Almost simultaneously as Lyle staggered, his other fist swung forward, fiercely cornering him to the wall. Grabbing the man’s collar, his handso face brimming with murderous violence, he said, "I heard you had a heart injury because of Enna Clark? How co I don’t know you were injured? At the staircase, you saw her, was it deliberately planned? Hmm?"
Lyle Westbrook was completely unaware that she knew about his heart injury.
Enna Clark’s breath ca to a halt, she forcibly closed her eyes, and before his next punch could land, shouted lowly, "Enough, Baron Lawrence!"
The fist still struck down with a rush of wind.
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