Chapter 976: Chapter 976: Really Care That Much Chapter 976: Chapter 976: Really Care That Much The man in the Bugatti was engulfed in rage.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging as if he were trying desperately to restrain his anger.
After a long while, he picked up the phone beside him and made a call.
“Dialing tone—,” the phone was answered almost imdiately, “Hello, Lord?”
“Have you found Enna Clark?”
“We haven’t found Ms. Clark yet, but we have deployed a wide search for Ms. Clark’s whereabouts. However, it’s getting dark, and since we didn’t find Ms. Clark at the car accident scene—the area is all forest—it’s difficult searching for soone.”
“I’m going there myself!”
“Lord Lawrence is going to search for Ms. Clark himself?” Scott Harris couldn’t help but interject, “Lord, the area is too vast. Even if you went, you might not be able to find Ms. Clark. Perhaps it’s better to wait…”
He was cut off before he could finish, “Do you think under these circumstances, I can wait?!”
“…” Scott knew of his feelings for Enna Clark and fell silent at once.
Baron Lawrence realized that his tone was too agitated, his temples throbbed twice, and he suppressed his restlessness, saying, “I have to go, she only trusts !”
Enna Clark and Lyle Westbrook weren’t found at the car accident scene. The two must have realized the danger and hidden themselves.
Under these circumstances, he believed that Enna Clark would trust only him.
Unless he found her, even if others passed by their hiding place, she wouldn’t co out.
The thought of her possibly being injured, the sky slowly darkening, and not knowing how many snakes and insects there were in the forest—it felt like his heart was being roasted on fire, a tornt from every side!
“I’ll be at the scene imdiately, wait for !”
Scott had thought of this as well. He wanted to ask Baron Lawrence if he had gone to look for Ms. Skye and what he said to Ms. Skye, but he dared not ask, “Okay, I’ll have them search for Ms. Clark with all their might. Don’t worry, Lord.”
Baron Lawrence hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, and started the car.
Before setting off, he glanced sideways at the villa where Skye Lawrence was, his determined facial features deepening, his eyes harboring a hint of ruthlessness.
He hoped Enna Clark was alright. If anything happened to that woman, he feared he wouldn’t be as rational as just now in controlling his behavior, nor would he rember who Skye Lawrence was.
His gaze suddenly retracted, and he released the handbrake.
The wheels of the deep blue Bugatti Veyron screeched across the ground—a U-turn, and he sped off toward the accident site—
Skye Lawrence saw that car drive away from the window, watching it disappear from her line of sight.
She suddenly brought her hand to her forehead, her head splitting with pain.
Up to now, she didn’t think she had done anything wrong. She had rely used the simplest and most direct thod to protect him. When she made that decision, she anticipated his anger and prepared herself for it.
But she didn’t expect that the anger she now faced was completely different from the anger she was ready for. She didn’t expect him to speak to her with that tone or look at her with those eyes!
Even at the cost of a confrontation to warn her!
Was Enna Clark really that important to him?
Important enough to fall out with her, to abandon the words of owing her a life for Enna Clark, even making her feel as if from now on, he would beco a stranger to her…
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