She desperately pleaded with the cold-hearted man, seeing him unmoved, her heart sank halfway. In her despair and panic, she thought of Enna Clark. Like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline, she imdiately shouted, "Enna, Enna... Help , help ..."
"Don’t you dare say a word for her!"
She continued to seek help while the domineering man had already issued a warning to Enna Clark with a low roar.
Enna Clark was left speechless for a mont, casting him a sidelong glance. She hadn’t even spoken yet.
Baron Lawrence seed to read what she was silently complaining about inside. "You didn’t say anything, but I know what you’re thinking. I heard it!"
"Where did you hear it? What do you think I want to say?"
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip around her wrist, staring at her intensively, "You want to plead for her!"
Enna Clark, "... You’re overthinking it."
She wasn’t that kind-hearted.
Miranda Lewis had been a constant annoyance to her. She wasn’t stupid; why plead for Miranda Lewis? Besides, she didn’t believe what Baron said about dealing with her would be as deadly as Miranda feared.
The handling he ntioned to Mr. Harris would rely be to throw Miranda sowhere out of sight, out of mind.
This idea matched hers perfectly.
She didn’t want to see Miranda constantly flaunting that surgically enhanced face modeled after hers every day.
Miranda Lewis finally realized that the only one who could save her was Enna Clark. If Enna Clark insisted on helping her, President Lawrence... President Lawrence would never let Enna feel uncomfortable.
Ignoring the sharp pain in her stomach, eyes full of fright and tears streaming from her big eyes, she cried, "Enna, save , please speak to President Lawrence for , save . If you plead for , President Lawrence will definitely listen to you. Enna, Enna..."
She crawled toward Enna Clark.
Before she got halfway, she was ruthlessly blocked by Scott Harris, whose face clearly showed disgust, "Ms. Lewis, please do not approach the Young Madam."
"Filthy."
The word "filthy" not only referred to Miranda’s current physical state but also to her shaless actions earlier, shocking his worldviews and revealing how utterly impure her character was.
For soone like her, even if she had plastic surgery to look exactly like the Young Madam, what difference would it make? She wasn’t even worthy of carrying the Young Madam’s shoes!
The Young Madam wouldn’t stoop to such basic levels of shalessness, nor would she change her face for every opportunity. Selfish and self-serving, treating others like fools while oblivious to the fact that she herself was the real fool in everyone’s eyes!
"You!" Miranda Lewis was provoked by his filthy comnt and glared at him, but in her current disheveled state, she had no aura at all.
Scott Harris didn’t even bother to look at her and said sternly, "Ms. Lewis, walk away, or I’ll have to ask you to leave by force."
Miranda Lewis was technically the Cousin of the Young Madam, so Scott Harris still spared a bit of dignity on Enna Clark’s account.
But so people just don’t know when to quit. Scott Harris kindly left her a bit of dignity, yet she refused it, hysterically flinging away Scott Harris’s hand.
In panic, she shrank back and desperately lunged toward Enna Clark’s direction while screaming, "Enna, Enna, save . For Grandpa’s sake, save . Are you going to watch him kill with your eyes wide open? Aren’t you afraid of nightmares?"
Terrified beyond asure, she spoke impulsively, "If I die, I won’t let you rest even as a ghost! I’ll beco a vengeful spirit and haunt your son and daughter every day!"
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