Even if you stripped naked, I wouldn’t be interested in you!
No interest!
What could be more humiliating than this sentence?
Miranda Lewis’s eyes widened in an instant, her expression full of hurt, and she kept saying, "Impossible, impossible..."
But in her heart, she already believed it.
Because Baron Lawrence’s expression didn’t look like he was lying to her, and those noble, dark eyes didn’t even reflect her image.
Miranda stumbled back a step.
"Impossible..."
Baron Lawrence couldn’t be bothered to deal with her. If she wasn’t still useful, he wouldn’t waste so much ti with this woman, nor would he allow her to flaunt a face similar to Enna Clark’s in front of him.
Dammit, as if she could get costic surgery to look like Enna Clark?
This ti, let it pass, but in the future, he’ll notify the costic surgery institution that no one is allowed to alter their appearance to look like Enna Clark!
Because they’re not worthy!
Just thinking about Miranda’s ugly face trying to seduce him by pretending to be Enna Clark made him disgusted. He flung her wrist aside, looking at her as if she were already dead, "Stay in the hotel. I’ll have soone watching you!"
Previously, he didn’t have anyone watching her because he wanted to confuse their spies, making it truly unclear where Enna Clark was.
But now, he regretted it.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have wasted the energy and ti on her.
"I’ll warn you one last ti, Miranda, put away your little sches! Next ti I find out you’re up to sothing behind my back, that shot won’t just graze you!"
"..." Miranda’s face and hands were still stained with blood. Her face bore both tear tracks and bloodstains, and with a dazed expression from the blow, she released her grip and collapsed to the ground, a forlorn wreck.
Baron Lawrence didn’t even glance at her, turning and walking away...
Ten minutes after Baron Lawrence left, security arrived at the suite. They addressed the woman sprawled on the floor in a businesslike manner, "Ms. Lewis, unless Young Master Lawrence gives instructions, please do not leave the room arbitrarily. We will take care of all your living needs. You can tell us if you need anything."
Miranda had already snapped out of the initial shock and jumped up imdiately, "What do you an? This is illegal confinent!"
"Sorry, Ms. Lewis, these are the instructions from Young Master Lawrence. If you have any concerns, you can call him. We are just following his orders, and we hope Ms. Lewis won’t make things difficult for us."
"I don’t believe it!" Miranda got up and tried to rush out, "Get out of my way, I want to find President Lawrence!"
No, she can’t give in, she absolutely can’t give in!
From the mont she chose to change her appearance, she had no way out. No matter what, she couldn’t give in.
The security unceremoniously blocked her, "Ms. Lewis, please stop making trouble and cooperate with our work, okay?"
"Move!" Her attitude was anything but polite, arrogant and forceful.
Gone was the deliberately crafted image of warmth and tenderness she showed in front of Baron Lawrence.
The security had already seen how Baron Lawrence treated her and had so understanding that the woman staying in the hotel’s suite wasn’t really the favored lover of Young Master Lawrence as the rumors said. Naturally, their attitude towards her wasn’t as respectful, and they directly reached out, blocking her, "Ms. Lewis, I said, Young Master Lawrence doesn’t want you going out."
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