Chapter 971: Chapter 971: The Driver’s Phone is also Turned Off Chapter 971: Chapter 971: The Driver’s Phone is also Turned Off 40 minutes later.
The Bugatti Veyron arrived at the entrance of Oceana Club.
The entrance was extrely noisy, with even a traffic police car parked at the front.
“What happened outside?” Scott Harris slowly parked the car, looking curiously at the people running about outside.
Baron Lawrence noticed too, and when he saw the traffic police, an indescribable feeling struck him, as if his heart had skipped a beat, suddenly tightening.
Enna Clark…?
It couldn’t be Enna Clark!
But for so reason he couldn’t articulate, his heart felt as though it was being squeezed, flooding him with unease and irritation.
Before Scott Harris’s car had co to a complete stop, Baron, with a stern face, bowed his head and took out his cell phone, dialing a number.
“Shh shh shh…” After a rustling of static, a chanical female voice sweetly said, “I’m sorry, the user you dialed has switched off their phone, please try again later.”
“Shit!” He violently smashed the phone onto the ground and looked up at Scott Harris, “When you called Enna just now, was it that she didn’t answer, or was it switched off?”
Scott Harris hesitated under his gaze, only able to honestly reply, “It was switched off.”
“And Lyle Westbrook?”
“…Also switched off.”
“Then why did you tell the calls weren’t going through!” Baron Lawrence erupted in anger!
Scott lowered his head, not daring to speak. When he had called Ms. Clark before and had seen that the Baron’s complexion was poor, he thought the two must have had a quarrel. So, when he heard the voicemail, he claid she didn’t pick up, to avoid making the Baron, already angry, even angrier because Ms. Clark’s phone was switched off.
He then tried calling Young Master Westbrook and found the phone was switched off as well. Worried about a misunderstanding by the Baron, he likewise lied about not getting through.
Baron Lawrence’s temples throbbed violently, taking a good while before he cald down, his thin lips forming a straight line as he commanded, “Check! Go find out imdiately what happened at Oceana Club!”
Both Enna Clark and Lyle Westbrook’s phones were off. He might have suspected Edward Jackson, but when he called the driver, the driver’s phone was also off! With so many traffic police at the entrance of Oceana Club and even the club’s staff looking anxious, sothing must have happened!
Baron Lawrence now regretted terribly not having excused himself from the Military District eting earlier.
…
Half an hour later.
Oceana Club was covered by dark clouds.
The air seed to be electric with impending thunder, and everyone kept their heads down, fearful of attracting trouble.
In the club’s main hall, a man with a cold expression looked as if he was about to kill soone.
Quickly, a service staff mber was pressured by two black-clad bodyguards to co over. A closer look made it clear that he was the one who had gone to Jasmine Clark’s car to tip soone off.
“What are you doing? Let go of .” The service staff was full of terror, desperately trying to struggle, but was still brought over by the bodyguards like a hawk carrying a chicken.
“Who told you to do it?” The handso man’s profile was deep and defined, dressed simply in black shirt and black trousers that accentuated his distinguished aura. His face bore no expression, as if he was deliberately suppressing himself, with a calm surface holding back raging waves!
“I don’t know… I don’t know… I don’t know anything… You’ve got the wrong person…” The service staff stubbornly denied.
If it had been any other ti, Baron Lawrence would not have wasted a single word with him, but at that mont, his head was filled with extraordinary fury, almost murderous! Especially when he heard the staff mber still stubbornly refusing to admit it, his eyes suddenly turned icy, and with a swift kick, he sent the man flying!
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