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This was definitely the most ruthless confession Enna Clark had ever heard!
Who would threaten someone with death during a confession if they don’t reciprocate the feelings? This is no different from a hooligan or a robber. However…
Somehow, hearing that from the man in front of her was especially shocking.
Enna looked at him with complicated eyes.
Still the same noble-looking face, but she couldn’t help but think of the words he had just spoken.
Baron Lawrence was actually an illegitimate child!
And he was cruelly abandoned by his own mother at the age of five…
Enna herself was an illegitimate child too, so she knew how much an illegitimate child needed to endure in their family. The Clark family was just decent in Linton City, and she had a hard time even catching her breath in that family.
The Lawrence Corporation was known for its wealth worldwide. He was only five years old, without the protection of his mother. How did he survive in such a big family? And how difficult was it for him to step-by-step become the heir at the top of the pyramid?
Enna felt that she simply couldn’t imagine the despair of a five-year-old child who was suddenly abandoned by his mother and sent to the father’s family, whom he had never even heard of.
No wonder his attitude towards her was so terrible when they first met at the bar.
Was it because she also abandoned him just like his biological mother did when he was five?
Enna felt a sharp pain in her heart as if she had been pricked by a needle. The feeling that she had deliberately ignored before surged up again, this time stronger than ever, so strong that she couldn’t even deceive herself. She reached out to press her hand against her throbbing chest and spoke with difficulty, “Baron Lawrence, you know that there’s a world of difference between our identities. Even if I try my hardest, I could never help your career even a little bit.”
“I don’t need it. What I want, I’ll work hard for myself!”
What was this pretentious woman thinking? When did he ever need a woman’s help? What he wanted was her heart, not her help!
Enna paused for a moment, then continued, “Olivia once said that I’m stubborn. When I decide on something, ten bulls can’t pull me back. People have mysophobia for both life and relationships…”
Baron Lawrence caught the meaning of her words. He stretched out his arm and trapped her between his arm and the sofa. A domineering and chilly voice pressed down on her from above, “That’s perfect, I have mysophobia too.”
Enna leaned against his chest and looked up. Her face was as calm and cold as spring snow, and her eyes were as sharp as ice, “Really? Then can President Lawrence explain what’s going on with Ms. Winters?”
It’s President Lawrence again…
Baron Lawrence was slightly annoyed that she had blocked him and even more so because she was questioning him like an interrogator!
He was always the one to question others. When had anyone ever dared to question him?
But Enna did, and he just felt a little uncomfortable, not angry. He furrowed his brow and subconsciously recalled who ‘Ms. Winters’ was.
When he saw Enna acting as if he was playing dumb, she simply laid out her thoughts, “Tessa Winters, Ms. Winters. President Lawrence should know her.”
Baron Lawrence really didn’t know any Tessa Winters. He frowned impatiently, “What does our relationship have to do with her?”
He didn’t know anything about Tessa Winters, Tessa Smith, or Tessa Brown! Who cares about any Tiffany? He was discussing important matters with her now, unrelated people could be talked about later.
The fragrance of the little woman in his arms came in waves. He swallowed hard, his hawk-like eyes burning as they gazed at her red lips, looking as if he was about to devour her..