Enna Clark looked calm and gently held his hand in return, shaking her head slightly to comfort him, "Because I need to make things clear face-to-face, otherwise even if you throw them out, those people will still look at Bobby differently."
"They wouldn’t dare!" Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, his presence oppressive.
Enna Clark pursed her lips, looking directly at his not-so-happy handso face, "Of course they would dare. You can control their mouths but not their hearts. After what happened today, even if they don’t say anything to you and Bobby, can you guarantee they won’t say anything behind your back?"
Baron Lawrence’s handso face turned ashen.
Damn it, he couldn’t guarantee that.
Enna Clark knew, of course, that she couldn’t guarantee it either. No one could. But she had to do her utmost to protect her Bobby.
She released his hand, pulling it out of the tall man’s grip, and under everyone’s watchful eyes, walked straight to the security personnel, "Let him go."
"Young Madam... this..." The security personnel looked at the man behind her, hesitated a mont, and slowly let go, cautioning her uneasily, "Young Madam, be careful not to get hurt."
Jacob Clark had just gained his freedom; his smug smile hadn’t even spread across his face when suddenly, a slap with lightning speed landed on his cheek.
"Smack!"
Crisp and loud!
Jacob Clark was almost dumbfounded by the slap, his eyes turned crimson as he roared and rushed at Enna Clark, "You brat, how dare you hit !"
The security personnel on both sides remained vigilant and imdiately pounced to hold him down again when they saw Jacob Clark trying to attack Enna Clark.
Jacob Clark, furious beyond belief, struggled violently and shouted angrily, "You brat, if I had known you’d turn out like this, I should have never let you be born. I should have drowned you in the toilet!"
Baron Lawrence’s noble face suddenly darkened, as cold air from Siberia seed to envelop them.
If it weren’t for the fact that this man was Enna Clark’s biological father, he would’ve shot him by now!
Enna Clark was long immune to such words from him. If such things could still provoke her, she would have been depressed since her days in Linton City.
Words repeated too many tis lose their power; similarly, repeated hurt also becos numb.
"Unfortunately, there is no regret dicine in the world; you now have no chance to drown ." Enna Clark retorted calmly.
Jacob Clark reacted even more violently, struggling desperately as though ready to hit soone, "Brat! How could I have given birth to a brat like you!"
"I was born by my mom, and it has nothing to do with you!"
"Ha, do you dare say that there’s no blood from the Clark Family in you? Do you dare!" Jacob Clark roared, eyes bloodshot with fury, "You dare hit your own father, aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning!"
Enna Clark kept a cold face, looking at him coldly, "I would rather not have such filthy and despicable blood in ! As for that slap, I did it on Bobby’s behalf. Since you dare to talk nonsense, what’s there that I wouldn’t dare to do?"
Jacob Clark, under her icy gaze, shrunk back with guilt for a mont, before stiffening his neck in denial, "Can you say that what I said is not true!"
This damn girl gives him no face at all; what, does she dare to kill him in front of so many people? He didn’t believe that.
This damn girl has no sha, but the Lawrence Family can’t afford to lose face!
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