Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Indeed, It’s Baron Lawrence
Enna Clark returned ho with a bellyful of anger.
As expected, as soon as she took Giselle Lawrence out of the elevator, she saw her ho’s front door wide open, with workers constantly going in and out. The sofa and curtains she had bought were dismantled and piled up in the hallway, probably not yet having had a chance to be removed.
The anger in Enna’s heart surged again, and her temples throbbed as she held Giselle and entered the house.
Inside, it wasn’t the ss she had imagined, with the workers each performing their duties quietly. Most of the items to be moved out had been taken out, and those to be moved in were mostly put in place. Now, they were just doing so finishing touches and replacing TVs and other electronic appliances.
“There’s no need to do much with the TV cabinet, just replace the TV itself. Dining table… hmm… let’s change it to a European-style redwood one.”
“And bring over the Middle Ages Rial Cadite vase from Bauhinia Garden, and prepare six champagne-colored roses.”
“Alright.”
Two workers passed by Enna without even glancing at the hoowner.
However, the man in charge of coordinating the work in the living room noticed her, turned around in surprise, and called out, “Ms. Clark, you’re back?”
Scott Harris was there, so whoever ca to renovate her place without even notifying her must be Baron Lawrence!
As expected, it was Baron Lawrence!
Enna could hardly contain her anger, but she couldn’t really vent it at Scott. She couldn’t even manage a smile, so she just twitched the corners of her lips and greeted him, “Hmm. Mr. Harris, long ti no see.”
“Indeed, it’s been a long ti, Ms. Clark.” Scott walked over quickly and, seeing her added sense of calmness and confidence compared to a year ago, he knew she had had a good year and his heart relaxed. Then he noticed the little girl in Enna’s arms and excitedly asked, “Is this the little miss?”
Little miss…
Despite being imrsed in the Habsden family for over a year, Enna still wasn’t quite used to this kind of address, “Mr. Harris, you can call her Gigi.”
“Gigi, call uncle.”
Although Giselle was only a year old, she wasn’t shy at all, unlike other one-year-old girls who would cry loudly when they suddenly saw a stranger in their ho.
Not only did she not cry, but she also twisted and turned in Enna’s arms, waving her chubby little arm at Scott and giving him a toothless bright smile, sweetly and cutely calling out, “Uncle!”
Her crisp and clear voice didn’t sound like that of a one-year-old girl at all.
Enna patiently corrected her, “Gigi, it’s uncle, not Uncle.”
The little girl’s big, deer-like eyes were clear and bright. She seed to ponder for a mont, and the next second, she turned to Scott with another toothless smile and called out in her milky voice, “Uncle!”
Enna was completely helpless.
Her little dumpling was perfect in every way, except she had one problem – she would call every male she t “uncle” and every female “cat.”
This was a headache for Enna as well.
She had corrected Giselle countless tis, but Giselle persisted in her ways!
It even made Enna think that her little dumpling only knew these two words, so she would call them out randomly. But later, Enna discovered that Giselle didn’t just know these two words; she had made them into pronouns.
Giselle would call any male she liked “uncle” and any female she liked “cat.”
As for those she didn’t like, the little one had a temper and wouldn’t even acknowledge them.
Now that she was calling Mr. Harris “uncle,” it was clear that Giselle liked him…
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