Baron Lawrence shot her a cold glance and said, "It doesn’t matter if she’s the Habsden heiress. What matters is that she’s Mrs. Lawrence!"
"You made my woman shine your shoes, it seems you don’t want that foot anymore!"
Lena shook all over, nervously mumbling in explanation, "I didn’t know... I didn’t know she was..."
She didn’t know this inconspicuous little staff mber was Enna Clark. If she had known, she wouldn’t have had enough ti to flatter her, so how could she make Enna Clark shine her shoes? She’s not crazy.
"Do you know now?"
"I know now. President Lawrence, I can apologize." Lena, as if grasping a lifeline, no longer cared if Olivia Lewis would see her embarrassing side, hurriedly bent over and bowed to Enna Clark, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Lawrence, I didn’t know you were..."
"You..."
Enna Clark had just opened her mouth to say one word when her wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the man’s embrace, abruptly t with an angry gaze as if disappointed with her.
Why was he glaring at her?
Enna Clark returned an uncomprehending, puzzled look.
Baron Lawrence’s grip on her wrist tightened, his eagle-like eyes seeming to want to devour her, as if about to bore a hole through her.
Damn it, this woman was still pretending to be innocent with him!
Others bullied her like that, does she still want to forgive them?
Baron Lawrence’s breathing grew rough and heavy.
Enna Clark’s hand hurt from his grip, she couldn’t shake him off, and couldn’t understand why he was glaring, feeling totally frustrated.
If she knew Baron Lawrence was mad at her for so easily ’forgiving’ Lena’s actions. She would surely feel aggrieved enough to jump up.
The words she was interrupted with by Baron Lawrence were ant to be, ’You don’t need to apologize to , you should apologize to Olivia.’
She was just forcibly interrupted by him!
"Enna Clark, are you an idiot?" Baron Lawrence saw her still looking bewildered, growled in her ear, and then shot a fierce glare at Lena, as if wanting to unleash the fire in his chest onto Lena, "You don’t need to pretend to apologize here, I told you, you don’t need to stay in the entertainnt industry anymore."
"President Lawrence..." Lena felt as if the sky was falling, her vision darkened.
She took one step forward to plead, but the director of the program braced himself and ca over, "Sister Lena, Miss Olivia, the show is about to resu. The director said it’s almost ti to prepare for recording."
Lena hadn’t spoken yet.
The arrogant man already spoke, "Tell your director, she’s not needed for the rest of the show." If there’s going to be a ban, it should be now!
Who told her to have Enna Clark shine her shoes?
He wanted to see how great her background was, how powerful she was, daring to ask Enna Clark to shine her shoes!
"Uh..." The director was startled.
He heard the dispute here but didn’t catch what the dispute was about.
With Baron’s words, he was instantly dumbfounded.
"What are you standing here for, go quickly!"
"Okay, okay."
Baron Lawrence had an intimidating aura that was impossible to resist, the director instinctively obeyed and ran off to find the director...
He whispered in the director’s ear, and the director looked over.
He first frowned, then looked helplessly at the distinguished man, said sothing to the program director, and started walking over.
"Baron Lawrence, let go of my hand, it’s so hot." Enna Clark took the opportunity to twist her wrist, almost sweating from his grip.
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