After she went out, she didn’t forget to close the door.
Click.
The study returned to silence.
Once Enna Clark left, the man sitting at the desk revealed a look of agitation, his eagle eyes landing on the computer.
When Enna was there, he seed very busy, but in reality, there was nothing on his laptop. It only had a docunt open, a blank docunt that contained just one line - what he had just typed.
Enna Clark, Enna Clark, Enna Clark, Enna Clark...
The only line was just one na!
Enna Clark!
Baron Lawrence stared at those three words on the computer, flas igniting in his eyes as if he wanted to burn a hole right through those words.
He stared at them for nearly half an hour before slamming the laptop shut!
Damn it!
Baron’s chest heaved violently, and in extre agitation, he instinctively wanted to smash sothing. When he raised the object closest to him, he realized it was the mug Enna had placed on his desk.
The blue mug and her magenta one were a perfect pair.
They had picked them out together in the supermarket.
Even though Baron’s agitation had clearly reached its peak, he furrowed his brow and couldn’t bring himself to smash it. The hand raised in mid-air slowly lowered again...
All his agitation and repression found no outlet.
He punched the wall.
His hand had been injured before in Mauritius, and with this punch, it reopened the old wound on his hand, causing a dull ache in the flesh and bones beneath.
But it was as if he didn’t feel it, his lips pressed into a straight line.
He picked up the office phone and made a call out.
"Hello, Lord."
"Did you find out or not?"
"I’m sorry, Lord, we haven’t found out where Young Madam went before. We only know that Young Madam’s car was driven outside the Lawrence Headquarters, but for so reason, it turned back and drove away."
This voice belonged to Scott Harris!
"An hour, I’ll give you at most one hour, I need to know where she’s going tonight!" His voice suppressed with anger, completely different from his deanor in front of Enna.
An hour... Scott Harris felt two mountains pressing down on his shoulders, hesitating, "Lord, I’m afraid an hour might not be enough to find out Young Madam’s whereabouts. Since Young Madam has returned, why not directly ask her, Lord. I believe if you ask, Young Madam will surely tell you."
It’s a simple matter, why doesn’t Lord just ask Young Madam directly, instead of investigating like this.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense, I told you to investigate, so investigate! If you can’t find it out by tomorrow, pack up and fly to Country S!" Baron stood up grumpily, pacing back and forth in the study.
On the other end of the phone, Scott Harris almost wanted to cry without tears, thought about it, and suddenly said, "By the way, Lord, didn’t Young Madam attend that banquet? Did Young Madam encounter that..."
When he said that, he mumbled indistinctly.
But Baron knew what he was referring to, "I don’t know."
"If Young Madam did et that person, would she misunderstand your relationship with them? Lord, why not, just ntion it to Young Madam first, to avoid any misunderstanding."
"There’s nothing to ntion!"
What’s the point of telling that woman, he can protect her, telling her will only make her scared.
The doctor has already ntioned before, the elevator incident left Enna Clark with psychological shadows, these psychological shadows are okay unless triggered, but if they are triggered, it could lead to severe consequences.
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