Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart Chapter 1781 - 1771: Elder Li Suddenly Calls

He had to get to the airport imdiately!

"Yes, Lord." Scott Harris just agreed and turned to prepare to leave.

At this mont, Baron Lawrence’s phone rang. He irritably took out his phone, originally intending to smash it. But when he saw the Caller ID out of the corner of his eye, he resisted the urge to smash it, his face turning ashen as he answered the call, "Hello."

"Yes, I know." He walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face still looking displeased. Whatever the person on the other end said made his sharp jawline tense up. Clenching his fist, he said, "Yes, I’ll be there right away, arriving in two hours. We’ll talk after I arrive."

He hung up the phone.

With a face clouded with uncertainty, he called out to Scott Harris, "Wait a mont, make arrangents, and get the car ready to head to Spirelin City imdiately!"

Damn it! The Old Man also saw the news. He had to go over first and settle things with the Old Man.

But...

Just thinking about Enna Clark willingly grabbing another man’s hand, and that man was no other than Lyle Westbrook, made him feel as if his neck was being choked.

He slamd a fist hard onto the desk, causing blood to flow profusely.

"Lord!" Scott Harris hadn’t expected him to harm himself, and exclaid in surprise, quickly coming over to stop him. Then he said to another person in the office, "Go get the dicine box."

Assistant Terrence, who had been struck dumb with shock, initially hesitated, then slowly ca to his senses and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, wait a mont, I’ll go find it right away."

He was quite familiar with where things were placed in the President’s office and quickly found the spare ho dicine box and brought it over.

Scott Harris found the gauze and alcohol inside, walked over to the man who was lost in thought and extrely agitated, and said softly, "Lord, let help you treat the wound on your hand."

Before the man could speak, he added, "You’re going to see the Old Lord, right? If the Old Lord sees the wounds on your hands, he might overthink things."

The fact that the Lord suddenly changed his plans to go to Spirelin City indicated that the call just now was from the Old Lord. As for why the Old Lord called, it wasn’t hard to guess given the current overwhelming news.

If the Lord didn’t want the Old Lord to have a bad impression of Ms. Clark, he wouldn’t want the Old Lord to notice the injuries on his hands.

Sure enough, the tall man’s body stiffened. Although his eyes and brows were filled with irritable emotions, he didn’t refuse his help in treating the wounds.

Scott Harris breathed a sigh of relief, seizing the mont to help him tend to the injuries.

His left hand was a ss of fresh wounds overlaying the old, with his hand back too horrific to look at, even the palm had injuries. His heart trembled as he quickly and skillfully administered anti-inflammatory treatnt to the wounds, applied ointnt, and then wrapped it with gauze.

The whole process didn’t even take five minutes.

The Special Assistant, seeing his skilled bandaging technique, was surprised and impressed.

After Scott Harris finished treating his injured hand, he packed everything back into the dicine box, and, in a calm and respectful manner, said to the man exuding a frosty aura that warded off others, "Lord, I’ll go arrange for the car, you can co down anyti."

Saying so, he turned and left.

The Special Assistant followed, saying, "President Lawrence, I’ll have soone co in to tidy up the office."

Suddenly, the office was left with one person.

The handso man held the phone, having already flipped to the first page of the address book, yet couldn’t press the button.

With violent anger between his brows, he abruptly put away the phone and strode decisively out of the room...