Enna Clark could hardly describe the feeling of utter disbelief in her heart, as she looked at her and couldn’t help asking, "Ms. Hanson, did you take your dicine before leaving the house?"
"What do you an?" Wendy Hanson hadn’t yet realized Enna was mocking her, and looked over in confusion.
Enna couldn’t bear it any longer and distanced herself from Wendy, speaking bluntly, "You said you could give anything in exchange for Baron Lawrence. May I know what you think I want from you? What do you have that is worth trading my husband for?"
Wendy seed as if she had been slapped in the face, recalling how Mr. Hanson had told her that she was inferior to Enna, both in family background and status.
She was unconvinced; what was she inferior to Enna in? At least she had been the darling of the Hanson Family from birth, receiving a first-class education all her life.
Enna was rely an illegitimate daughter living outside the family, even if she had now risen to beco the heir of the Habsden Family, it didn’t change the fact that she was uncouth to the core!
"Moreover, you literally told face to face that you like my husband. Are you sure you haven’t been drinking, or aren’t drunk?"
Enna paused and spoke seriously.
"If you aren’t drunk, did you ask my husband if he likes you? Even if I gave him to you, he’s his own person with his own thoughts. He doesn’t like you, so giving him to you would be pointless! Besides, I wouldn’t give him to you anyway!"
Give Baron Lawrence to Wendy Hanson?
Only if she was out of her mind!
Wendy was so flustered by Enna’s words that her face turned green, she pursed her lips as if Enna was a villain, staring at her resentfully, and finally couldn’t hold back anymore, pointing at Enna’s face with a hysterical low cry, "You don’t deserve him at all!"
It was the first ti Enna saw her losing control like this. Last ti they t at the golf course, Wendy was still the perfect socialite lady; proud and reserved, not nearly as annoying as now. What had provoked her to suddenly beco so... uninhibited?
"Whether or not I deserve him is none of your business, as long as he thinks it’s fine. Ms. Hanson, as an outsider, you’re ddling too much."
Wendy was emotionally agitated, her gaze wanted to tear her apart, screaming through clenched teeth, "You know yourself that you’re not worthy of Brother Baron and still cling to him! I hate you, I hate won like you!"
"Ms. Hanson, I think you really forgot to take your dicine when you left the house." Enna remained calm in Wendy’s hysteria and gracefully pulled away from her, preventing her from making any excessive gestures.
Wendy suddenly started shouting loudly, gesturing wildly, and appearing very emotional. It frightened the nearby saleswon, who thought they were arguing, and quickly ca over to diate, pulling the two apart.
"Ms. Hanson, please sit and rest for a mont. We’ll make you so coffee right away. Please, both of you, stop arguing."
Enna cooperated with the saleswon, consciously moving to a safe distance.
Wendy, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, refusing to cooperate with the saleswon diating, her eyes fierce, shrugging off the saleswoman’s hand, "Get out!"
"Ms. Hanson..."
"All of you, get out!"
The saleswon knew her status and dared not offend her. Despite her poor attitude, they had to gently persuade her, "Ms. Hanson, please don’t be angry. We’re all good friends, arguing affects relationships..."
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