With blood-soaked hands covering her ears, she collapsed to the ground in terror—
She never expected Baron Lawrence to fire a gun.
She never thought he would actually fire it.
The bullet just missed hitting her by 0.01 milliters; she could have died!
Died!
The word flashed into her mind, as she realized its aning for the first ti with such clarity. Panic, fear, regret... all these emotions surged together, nearly driving her insane!
In her extre fright, the pain in her body seed to diminish infinitely. She didn’t even notice her ear and hands were injured.
With eyes that so closely resembled Enna Clark’s, she fearfully looked at the man standing above her—
The smoking barrel of Baron Lawrence’s gun was once again aid at her. Miranda Lewis shrunk back in fear, tears streaming down her face. Even when her hand touched the shards of a vase, she didn’t realize, "No, please don’t. Don’t kill . I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die..."
She was still so young; her life had just begun.
She hadn’t yet reached the top, hadn’t yet taken her revenge on Enna Clark. She couldn’t die, she must not die.
Yes, Enna Clark!
Her face, her face now looked so much like Enna’s; he definitely wouldn’t kill her!
Miranda tried to calm down a bit, though only a little. Facing death, she dared not gamble.
Baron Lawrence had just fired at her, and maybe, maybe he would pull the trigger.
"I..."
Miranda shook with tears, her vision blurred, not knowing whether her tears were from fear or regret for being too reckless and rashly calling the journalists.
She rely called the journalists, aiming to stir so gossip online.
Has he... gone mad?
Baron Lawrence coldly looked at her as if she was a dead person, cocking the gun with a clack, and when the terrified woman on the ground was about to scream again, he said in a low voice, "I’ll say it one more ti, put away your petty thoughts, don’t bother Enna Clark, and don’t let Enna know of your existence. I can give you one more chance, next ti, the bullet will go straight through your ear. Since you can’t understand human words, I’ll have to wake you up a bit, do you understand now?"
All because of Enna Clark again!
Miranda felt both humiliation and anger. But even more than that, fear. She was trembling all over, her eyes brimming with tears, and could only nod incessantly to show she understood.
Baron Lawrence put away his gun, not wanting to look at her again, "You’d better rember that clearly!"
"I’m leaving!"
Scott Harris ntioned that damned journalist had found Enna Clark and sold her those photos, and Enna’s reaction was very sad at that mont...
It was as if a knife had been thrust into his heart.
He hadn’t even seen that woman’s sad face, only heard over the phone that she was sad, and his heart felt a suffocating sensation as if it was suffering from a terminal illness.
Damned, damned!
How could she have seen those photos? What would she think after seeing them?
Baron Lawrence wished he could grow a pair of wings to fly back imdiately.
But no matter how great he was, he couldn’t grow wings.
He didn’t even bother with his laptop or the instructions he’d just given the hotel manager to fetch the surveillance videos from the roadside store as he turned to head to Birch Garden...
He had just reached the door when suddenly, a soft body pressed against him from behind—
Hugging him from behind.
"President Lawrence, please don’t go! I know I was wrong, I know I can’t compare to Enna, I never intended to surpass Enna’s place in your heart. I just like you, truly like you. President Lawrence, can you stay? Just one night."
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