Baron Lawrence didn’t know what she was thinking, nor did he care.
He didn’t even rember what Joanne Harrison looked like.
After casually helping Joanne Harrison, he ran into Adam Sinclair, who was walking towards him.
Adam Sinclair saw him coming from that direction, glanced at the nearby waitress and soone who looked like a family mber with surprise, and asked curiously, "Baron, what did you just do over there?"
"Nothing."
Baron Lawrence didn’t pay any attention to the matter with Joanne Harrison and asked him, "Are you done?"
Adam Sinclair didn’t think he’d have anything to do with a hotel waitress and easily shifted his focus, saying, "Yeah, just finished. What about Enna and the others? When are they coming back? Have you called to ask?"
He’s the one who had the roughest ti; he basically spent the whole afternoon preparing by himself. Rupert Harris and Baron Lawrence barely helped!
One of them went back to his room for a video conference.
The other one didn’t leave but was sulking the whole ti, looking aggravated. Not only didn’t he help, but he also occasionally shot him a frosty glare.
That look, as if wanting to settle scores with him.
It made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles all afternoon, terribly uncomfortable.
Luckily, people are coming back.
If Enna Clark didn’t co back soon, he felt he would be killed by Baron’s stare.
Fortunately, they’re coming back.
...
Amidst Adam Sinclair’s calls and hopes, Enna Clark finally returned, faster than the promised 3 minutes.
This result irked Baron Lawrence, from the mont she started driving, his handso face turned sour as ink.
"Didn’t you say the fastest would be 3 minutes? Why did you co back so quickly?"
He had made an agreent with this woman that if she exceeded by a minute, he could do it one more ti.
Now she’s arrived early, and that agreent is null and void.
Feeling disgruntled, in the past, whoever made him feel bad would feel worse. Now... he furrowed his brows, with a sullen face, his eagle eyes swept towards Scott Harris, in an unfriendly tone, "Next ti driving, rember to drive slower!"
Scott Harris was inexplicably warned, cluelessly bending down, respectfully saying, "Yes, Lord."
Enna Clark was the only one present who knew why he said that, knowing, she frowned slightly and reminded him, "Baron Lawrence..."
He couldn’t vent his anger on innocent people.
The dominant, irritable man forcefully pushed his temper down, "Rember next ti!"
"Yes, Lord."
Enna Clark practically surrendered to him, isn’t he being childish?
She wouldn’t agree to such a request next ti.
Actually, she didn’t agree this ti either, she hadn’t even spoken before he dominantly hung up the call. This behavior is really... too overbearing!
Adam Sinclair interjected at this mont, "Alright, stop standing here. Let’s go, dinner is ready; I’ve prepared everything."
"Tonight, let personally show you guys."
"You’re cooking?" Olivia Lewis was the first to not give him face, seriously doubting, "You can’t even cook for your sponsor, are you sure your food is edible?"
Adam Sinclair’s mouth twitched, deciding to pretend he didn’t hear it, "Co on, don’t stand here. I’ve been busy all afternoon, I’m hungry."
He urged everyone to move quickly.
The group followed him to the beach.
Upon seeing the beach, they finally understood why he said he’d been busy all afternoon...
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