Enna Clark really wanted to slap him twice.
He’s the chick, the whole family is a chick!
No, his whole family only includes Bobby.
Enna Clark was so angry she took a deep breath, feeling a bit overwheld.
Baron Lawrence saw she hadn’t imdiately countered his words, and he directly took it as her agreeing with him. His noble brows relaxed slightly, and his thin lips lifted again, "It’s decided, we’ll send him to the Military District for training during the sumr vacation."
"I haven’t..." She didn’t finish saying she hadn’t agreed.
Her plate was piled with a lot of steak again, "Seeing you eat so quickly, I’ll share my portion with you. Next ti, I’ll make more."
His mood was so pleasant you could describe it as a spring breeze.
Enna Clark stared blankly at the steak she had painstakingly whittled down to a little suddenly growing again. Her mouth twitched; she had thoughts of dying.
"Baron Lawrence, I..."
She was already full.
She had been full since this morning.
The reason she ate so quickly was because she was too full and wanted to finish the task as quickly as possible, not because she was ravenous.
"Hmm?" The arrogant man seed in a particularly good mood today, raising his domineering star-like eyes towards her, waiting for her to continue.
Enna Clark saw how happy he was and, for so reason, swallowed the words at the tip of her tongue, changing them to, "Nothing, I just wanted to say that I really think the steak you made is really delicious. I didn’t expect you to have such a talent for Western cooking."
"I always had talent."
Enna Clark was just politely complinting him; she didn’t expect him to respond with an air of self-righteousness, with such noble arrogance that made you want to bite him.
As for Scott Harris, after listening to their conversation, he beca even more determined to find an opportunity later to quickly deal with the ’secrets’ in the kitchen trash can.
If Lord had boasted so much in front of Young Madam, and later she discovered so many failed dishes in the kitchen, Lord’s face would be hugely embarrassed.
*
After eating, Enna Clark felt so full she almost wanted to throw up. She desperately swallowed the last piece of steak, put down her knife and fork, and quickly took a sip of coffee to settle her stomach.
"I’m full. Baron Lawrence, I’m going to take a shower first, you should rest too."
"Go ahead."
Enna Clark supported her round belly and returned to the room.
The spacious living room instantly quieted down, and only then did Scott Harris dare to co forward and report the information he had received while Baron Lawrence was cooking.
"Lord, there’s sothing I want to tell you."
"Speak."
"Just now, our people in Yluria Country sent word that Young Master Westbrook was ambushed, wounded, and urgently being treated in the hospital. For so reason, Young Master Westbrook didn’t keep it quiet, and Young Master Westbrook found out. It’s heard that now Young Master Westbrook is rallying people to take advantage of this opportunity to completely ’settle’ Young Master Westbrook." Scott Harris said ’settle’ with a straight face, not even moving his eyebrows. But what he ant by ’settle’ was definitely not that Lyle Westbrook would hand over his power or sothing like that. He was talking about life and death!
"Lord, you have always asked us to keep an eye on Young Master Westbrook, but now that Young Master Westbrook is in such danger, are you planning to?"
He wasn’t sure why Baron Lawrence had them keep an eye on Lyle Westbrook.
So he didn’t know whether Baron Lawrence wanted to save him or lend Howe Westbrook a hand.
After all, strictly speaking, Young Master Lyle was also Lord’s rival.
Against enemies, Lord is never soft-hearted; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to suppress so many eager eyes within the Lawrence Family!
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