anwhile, the arrogant man at WE Hotel was reviewing surveillance footage from various entrances in the Presidential Suite.
Around him stood the hotel’s security and manager.
After Baron Lawrence sped through all the surveillance videos, he lifted his strained handso face, scanned the breath-holding crowd, and asked, "Is this everything?"
The hotel manager wiped his sweat while answering, "Yes, Young Master Lawrence, all the footage you requested is here. Is there nothing you wanted?"
There is, but no clear frontal view.
At this mont, Miranda Lewis brought over coffee cautiously and placed the cup on his desk, "President Lawrence, have so coffee first."
She deliberately spoke in Enna Clark’s tone, even raising her face that bore a sixty-percent resemblance to Enna Clark’s, smiling sweetly and gently, making people feel uneasy.
As she leaned closer, the strong perfu scent enveloped the area. The esteed man’s face turned livid as he furrowed his brows, and said impatiently, "Didn’t I tell you not to appear around ? Can’t you understand human words?"
Miranda was blatant about it, and when her face flashed with awkwardness, her eyes carried a hint of grievance. She whispered in explanation, "I just... just saw you so busy without even a sip of water since a while ago, so I..."
"Sorry, I won’t do it again next ti."
Such graceful and sensible deanor, gentle and pitiable.
Any man would have hesitated to let go of such a considerate and polite woman.
However, Baron Lawrence just furrowed his brows deeper, and apart from impatience, there was a touch of sharpness, as if he didn’t understand Miranda’s act at all, and he domineeringly drove her away, "Move away, don’t wander around and disturb !"
And don’t flaunt that face that bears a few resemblances to Enna Clark, yet is much uglier, and act so pretentiously before him; it’s irritating just to look at!
Apart from annoyance, because she is flirting with that face, there’s a subtle displeasure at the thought of other n seeing it.
He is clear that this woman is different from Enna Clark.
But after all, she bears this face, and whenever he thinks of her using this face to seduce n, there’s a feeling of wanting to crush her.
Right now, this woman is still useful, so he cannot act, only endure.
But if this woman continues to be indiscreetly clingy, he doesn’t know if he can hold back.
He doesn’t hit won, but there are ways to make her disappear from his sight!
After chasing her away, he didn’t even spare an eye contact for Miranda, and continued watching the video with his head down.
The hotel manager and security all glanced at Miranda simultaneously; their gaze was quite mocking. Miranda’s pretty face flushed white and red, turning blue with anger, yet she quietly clenched the tray, standing aside... frustratingly.
One day...
One day, she will be the one standing next to this man!
Until then, she has to endure!
President Lawrence hasn’t particularly ward up to her yet, certainly because she doesn’t resemble Enna Clark enough. When she finds the ti to tweak her nose a bit more subtly, they’ll look more similar. By then, when she seeks an opportunity, she refuses to believe this man won’t feel a thing. He won’t treat her so discourteously then!
n are like cats.
In this world, where are there cats that don’t sneak a bite?!
There won’t be any!
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