"I won’t!" How domineering!
He was true to his word, not only refusing to let go of Enna Clark’s hand but holding it even tighter, almost locking her entire body securely in his arms. He didn’t care at all about the many people present in the studio, full of possessiveness!
"Baron Lawrence." Enna was both frustrated and helpless, glaring at him and reaching out to pry his hand off.
But his large hand gripped her like a vise, and she couldn’t pry it open at all.
After trying for a while, she resigned to her fate and let him hold her left hand.
Just then.
The Director ca over.
Smiling awkwardly and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he nodded and bowed to Baron Lawrence, saying, "Young Master Lawrence, what brings you here? I didn’t see you earlier."
"So you want to tell you’re blind?" He gave the Director no face at all.
The Director’s mouthful of polite words got stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, unsure of how to respond.
Enna felt embarrassed for him.
She quietly nudged the man beside her with her elbow, signaling him not to vent his anger on innocent people.
"Hmph." Baron Lawrence frowned for a mont from the nudge, almost letting out a grunt. But he quickly loosened his brows, with Enna not noticing his minor change.
"This episode, she doesn’t need to record it." Baron Lawrence decided to give Enna so face after all, not making things difficult for the Director and speaking directly.
The Director’s forehead was drenched in sweat. He didn’t know if it was because the studio’s air conditioning was too high or because he was nervous. When Baron Lawrence spoke, the Director wiped his forehead with a smile, saying, "Young Master Lawrence, this might be... a bit difficult."
Before Baron Lawrence could get angry, he preemptively said, "It’s not that I’m unwilling, mainly because our show is a live show. The earlier part has already been broadcast, and it’s not easy to change the person last minute. Moreover, even if I wanted to switch, there’s less than three minutes left before starting; I can’t find soone to replace her..."
"I’ll replace her."
The Director’s words were interrupted, and he was first stunned, almost dropping his jaw as he asked, "Baron, Baron Lawrence? Did you say... did you say you..."
Enna was pulled by him, and the arrogant man didn’t move an eyebrow, strong and noble, "Enna Clark and I will replace her. How about that?"
"..." Enna suddenly looked up at the domineering man, really wanting to pinch him. At least he could have asked for her opinion.
The Director’s jaw was truly about to drop, stamring as he looked at them, "Of, of course, it’s fine. If Young Master Lawrence is willing, there’s certainly no, no problem!"
He is Baron Lawrence!
The man ranked number one on the global list of most desirable husbands.
And unapproachable by financial dia.
If their show could feature this man, he could already imagine the explosive viewership that would follow.
This was a rare opportunity.
He wouldn’t miss it for the world!
The Director hurriedly ran off to make arrangents, afraid he might reconsider, "Lights! Makeup artist, no, stylist, hurry up..."
"No need to worry about Young Master Lawrence, just fix Mrs. Lawrence’s hair. There are two minutes left, hurry up."
"Everyone else, take your positions."
Olivia Lewis didn’t expect things to unfold this way. In her astonishnt, her understanding of Baron Lawrence’s domineering and protective streak deepened once again.
She quickly adapted, patting Enna Clark’s shoulder with an unbothered smile, "Oh my, today is just too much. First half, you watched from the audience, second half, I’ll watch you from the audience. Aweso! Enna, perform well later, I’ll be cheering for you from down there."
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