The last sentence, ’I’m worried too,’ Wendy Hanson said lightly, restrained and charming, with softness mixed with admiration, enough to move a man’s heart.
Unfortunately, the person she faced was Baron Lawrence, so she was destined to be thwarted today.
"Why do you care if I’m anxious?" Baron Lawrence’s deanor was icy, an obvious impatience on his handso face, showing no regard for her.
Wendy Hanson wasn’t clueless, Baron Lawrence’s attitude was so apparent, she couldn’t possibly miss it. Her composed, charming expression froze, feeling a bit embarrassed, she said, "Brother Baron, our families have been longti friends, I used to be with you..."
She wanted to say they had been matched before.
But previously, she had been the one persistently pursuing him, and with Baron Lawrence’s attitude, she wisely refrained from saying it, avoiding an opportunity for Baron Lawrence to embarrass her. She opted for a more tactful approach, "I used to consider us friends, so Brother Baron, could you help find out what’s really going on?"
Wendy Hanson was a person with a gentle and dignified aura; compared to Emilia Goldsmith’s straightforward beauty, she more easily inspired a sense of warmth, giving others the illusion of her being easy to get along with. Unfortunately, once Baron Lawrence determined soone’s image in his mind, that impression remained unchanged, no matter how they behaved. So, upon hearing Wendy Hanson continually inquire about the contract, Baron Lawrence furrowed his brow, finally gazing at her sharply, "Are you truly unaware or pretending not to know? Do you expect to tell you about the things you’ve done?"
Indifference at its peak!
Wendy Hanson’s blood ran cold swiftly, unable to maintain her smile, yet she struggled on desperately, "Brother Baron, are you referring to the invitation issue?"
She quickly found the excuse she had just conceived, "I heard the staff at the entrance ntion this matter, but it wasn’t who gave them the invitation. I lost my invitation yesterday morning and still haven’t found it. I didn’t pay attention to this, only just now I heard staff ntioning that it was my lost invitation used to sneak into the venue."
The more Wendy Hanson explained, the drier her throat beca, and under the man’s sharp gaze, she nearly couldn’t continue.
But thinking of Grandpa still waiting for her news, Wendy Hanson barely managed to finish her shaky defense.
After speaking, she still felt very guilty.
The invitation being stolen was a barely passable explanation; it relied on whether the other party decided to believe her.
If one chose to believe her, the stolen invitation excuse could be reasonable.
If unwilling to give face, the excuse was only good enough to fool a three-year-old.
Clearly, Baron Lawrence belonged to the latter.
He was even colder and more ruthless than the latter, fiercely targeting Wendy Hanson’s guilty expression, saying word by word, "I don’t care what happened with your invitation. Whether you gave it actively or it was stolen from you, as long as it relates to you, I won’t let it go."
Wendy Hanson opened her mouth, unbelieving, "... "
Baron Lawrence kept his hands in his pockets, clearly impatient, "The EZ contract was terminated by , since EZ doesn’t respect Lawrence Corporation, Lawrence Family has no reason to cooperate with EZ. As for the reason, I’ll personally communicate with Mr. Hanson later, I trust he’ll understand what I an."
After speaking, he turned and walked away.
Wendy Hanson’s face lost all color, unable to care anymore, she rushed to block his way, anxiously explaining, "Brother Baron, our families are longti friends."
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