"Young Madam..."
Joanne Harrison looked at her worriedly, feeling quite upset inside. She was at a loss about how to comfort Enna Clark, and quietly tugged at the sleeve of the person beside her, urging him to co up with a solution.
Scott Harris felt like crying right now; he had no idea what to do. But Joanne Harrison kept tugging his sleeve incessantly, so he could only say awkwardly, "Young Madam, let call Lord. I’ll ask him to co back. That photo must be a misunderstanding. Young Madam, didn’t you say you wanted to ask Lord about these things before? When he returns, you can ask him."
Previously, when Young Madam wanted to ask, he was worried about Lord’s injuries and stopped her.
Now, Lord’s injuries have improved a lot; Young Madam can ask him now.
The most important thing is if this misunderstanding continues, he’s afraid Young Madam will truly misunderstand Lord...
After all, no matter how strong the trust is, it can’t withstand misunderstandings again and again. Over ti, inevitably, a knot will form in one’s heart.
He doesn’t want a rift to form between Lord and Young Madam.
Enna Clark ignored him, lost in her thoughts, silent.
Instead, Joanne Harrison hurriedly urged him, "Mr. Harris, quickly call President Lawrence!"
"Okay." Scott Harris dared not delay further, hurriedly reached for his phone, and dialed Baron Lawrence’s number. To make Enna Clark believe that Baron Lawrence and Miranda Lewis did not do those things in the hotel, he deliberately put the call on speaker.
However...
Unexpectedly...
The phone rang for more than ten tis, with no answer.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, and unable to answer at the mont. We will inform the user through SMS later."
Scott Harris felt his scalp was about to explode, clumsily pressed the hang-up button, and quickly explained, "Lord must have not heard it. I’ll call him again."
By now, he regretted putting the call on speaker earlier.
But having used the speaker mode once, it would seem stranger not to use it the second ti.
He had no choice but to muster courage and dial Baron Lawrence’s number again with the speaker.
This ti, just like the last, the call went through quickly.
And just like the last ti, the echoing sound in the living room was the phone’s ringtone, one after another, like a hamr hitting a person’s heart, indescribable.
Enna Clark hadn’t been paying attention to him earlier, but hearing the ringtone, she glanced over. The more she expected, the more it hurt when disappointed.
"Sorry..." Scott Harris, with sharp reflexes, hung up the phone before the female voice could sound. This ti, he didn’t know how to explain Baron Lawrence not answering, "Young Madam, Lord must have put his phone on silent, so he didn’t hear it..."
"What is he doing that requires the phone to be silent, without disturbances?" Enna Clark asked calmly, her eyes clear as if she were just innocently asking the question, without the intention of making things difficult for Scott Harris.
"Mr. Harris!" Joanne Harrison was more anxious than anyone else, forcefully nudged the suit-clad, ticulous man to stand out and smooth things over, "Young Madam, President Lawrence must not have seen the phone. I believe President Lawrence would never do anything to let Young Madam down. Young Madam, please don’t let those photos affect your mood. That woman..."
When ntioning Joanne, her brows furrowed imdiately; she didn’t know why, but just looking at the photo on the phone once gave her a feeling of dislike.
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