Enna Clark was speechless for a mont, "Baron Lawrence, you’re too domineering like this..."
No one speaks sweet words like he does, it’s too bloody and obsessive. He’s not even afraid of scaring others.
"I’m domineering, but only to you!" He said, full of self-assurance!
Enna Clark was a bit embarrassed, and retorted, "How about with Mr. Harris and those people at the company?"
He seems to be domineering with everyone, not just with her.
Baron Lawrence replied without a second thought, his voice alluring and imperious, "That’s brutal! Not domineering!"
Oh my!
Brutal!
Enna Clark was choked by his matter-of-fact tone, utterly speechless, "You win."
He even ca up with brutality.
Indeed, always exiling people to desolate places, if that’s not brutality, what is? It’s downright fierce! Super deadly fierceness.
Her arm was a little sore from holding her phone in one position for too long, Enna Clark was about to change her posture to chat with him. Suddenly, the phone started vibrating.
She glanced down and saw it was a new call coming in, and from an unexpected person— the old housekeeper!
Why is the old housekeeper calling her at this late hour?
Could it be...
Enna Clark, worried, said to the man on the other end of the phone, "Baron Lawrence, I have a call coming in, I’ll hang up first and call you back later."
"So late, who’s calling you?" Most importantly, damn it, who could be calling that’s more important than him! She’s actually going to hang up his call to pick up soone else’s!
The phone kept vibrating, Enna Clark feared she wouldn’t answer in ti, so she said perfunctorily, "It’s soone you know. Okay, I’ll call you back later, wait for . That’s it."
"Enna Clark, hey, you dare..."
"I’ll call you back later."
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Enna Clark decisively hung up on him and answered the incoming call, sitting up from the head of the bed, "Hello."
"Young Madam, I’m sorry to call you so late and disturb your rest."
It was indeed the voice of the old housekeeper.
Enna Clark beca even more worried, "It’s okay, I haven’t slept yet. Old housekeeper, you wouldn’t be calling so late because Grandpa’s not feeling well, right?"
Her first thought upon seeing the call was this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have hung up Baron Lawrence’s call so quickly.
Old Master Lawrence rarely calls her and usually only does so when sothing’s up.
And the old housekeeper is essentially Old Master Lawrence’s ears and mouth, calling at this hour makes Enna Clark most concerned about the old master’s health.
The old housekeeper could hear the deep concern in her voice, feeling warm inside, and his voice beca much gentler, softly reassuring her, "Young Madam, no need to worry, Lord’s health is very good, he’s not feeling unwell at all."
"Then... why are you calling so late?"
If Grandpa’s health is fine, then why is the old housekeeper calling her so late?
The old housekeeper is not soone who would call without reason, let alone at this hour.
The person on the other end of the phone gently explained, "Actually, it’s nothing particularly important, just that Lord wants to invite Young Madam back to the old residence for a al tomorrow."
"Just this?" Enna Clark sounded skeptical.
The old housekeeper confird, "Yes, just this. I’m really sorry to disturb you, but Lord’s schedule is quite tight tomorrow, so I wanted to first confirm with Young Madam if you’re available, to coordinate with Lord’s timing."
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