"Okay, five minutes, I’ll be down imdiately." After saying this, Baron Lawrence hung up the phone.
He returned to the side of the sofa, bent down, and picked up Enna Clark from the sofa in a princess carry, taking her into the bedroom and placing her on the soft bed. He pulled the quilt up and covered her with it. Only after pursing his thin lips, he said to Enna Clark, "I have to go out for a while."
With that, he opened the wardrobe, where a row of neatly hung suits was displayed. Besides the regular suits, there were many other clothes.
Baron casually took a black thin sweater from inside, untied his bathrobe string, and changed into the clothes.
His handso features were each a perfect masterpiece by God. After changing into the black outfit that suited him, he was even more dazzling, making it hard for people to look directly at him.
Baron Lawrence bent down, casually picked up the phone lying on the bed, and his dark hawk-like eyes glanced at Enna Clark on the bed. He brushed his thin lips and said, "That female attendant will take care of you. If you need anything, just tell her directly. Don’t go out for these two hours that I’m not here. There are security asures inside the hotel, but not outside. If you feel bored and can’t sleep, you can call Olivia Lewis to co and accompany you."
"It’s best if you take a nap. I’ll be back by the ti you wake up."
Enna Clark listened to him leaving and still not forgetting to give her a long string of instructions, feeling a bit depressed, "...I know. I’ll take a nap."
"Have a glass of honey water before sleeping, drink it, and then sleep!"
Enna Clark, "..."
Seeing the man ready to leave, Enna Clark couldn’t help it and called out to him, "By the way, Baron Lawrence, where are you going?"
The tall and noble man at the door stopped, turned his head to glance at her, his eyes deep, but pursed his thin lips and said, "A small social engagent, I’ll be back soon."
"Oh." Enna Clark was never the naive type. As soon as Baron Lawrence finished speaking, she knew he was lying. She bit her lower lip and cautioned, "Be careful on the road."
Since he wouldn’t say, she wouldn’t ask.
Baron Lawrence’s eyes remained fixed on the little woman on the bed, seeing that she clearly didn’t believe him, yet didn’t expose him and just worriedly reminded him to pay attention to safety. His Adam’s apple tensed involuntarily, as if he wished to go back, pin her on the bed, and continue what had been left undone earlier.
Damn it!
This woman really was his drug.
Aphrodisiac!
He used all his self-control to forcefully retract his gaze, gave a hoarse acknowledgnt, and closed the door.
...
Outside the hotel, a black rcedes-Benz S500 was already prepared.
Compared to his usual super-luxurious rides, the rcedes-Benz was already considered the most low-key vehicle.
Who else could be driving but Scott Harris?
Since Scott Harris was here, it ant that the rcenary looking for trouble had already been dealt with completely.
"Lord, shall we go directly?"
Upon hearing the dumb question, Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows harshly, as if they could pinch a fly to death, and glanced at him impatiently, "What else? Should we call the other side first, so they can change their clothes and style themselves while waiting for us to arrive?"
Scott Harris was caught right there, and imdiately shut his mouth, pressing the accelerator and driving quietly.
This ti, they were going to catch soone.
Of course, it wasn’t possible to notify the other side in advance, much less let them change clothes and style themselves while waiting for them to arrive.
The rcenary kept silent, unwilling to say anything before.
Just like Lord said, there’s no such thing as a mouth that hard in this world.
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