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The phone was on the pillow in the bedroom, and Enna Clark picked it up and took a look. There wasn’t even a single text message, let alone any missed calls.
“Sigh-” Enna breathed deeply, her heart uneasy. Where was the confidence she had just told Bobby that his dad wouldn’t be so petty? She found Baron Lawrence’s phone number and courageously dialed it.
Enna had already thought about how to apologize later.
However, even though she got through, the beeping didn’t stop, and Baron just wouldn’t pick up.
“I’m sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. We will notify you via text message later. Sorry, you…”
Enna’s eyes dimmed, and she put the phone down.
Orchid Club’s private room.
The man with the cold face had been drinking the whole time, not saying a single word.
Adam Sinclair rubbed his forehead, which was a bit headache-inducing, and helplessly hugged the beautiful woman next to him. “Baron, you planning to drink yourself to death here tonight? That’s enough. If you keep drinking, I’ll call your wife.”
He was the one who had called Adam over with a phone call. After calling him over, he still wouldn’t say a word and just kept drinking.
Adam really felt like crying but had no tears.
From the beginning until now, he’s had to talk to this man without getting a response. What’s the point of calling him over and being too lazy to even say a word to him?
The phone on the table vibrated again.
Adam glanced at the phone and the man who kept drinking without saying a word. He picked up the phone and took a look. “It’s Enna’s call?”
“Give it to me!” The man who had only been drinking finally paid some attention to him, his hawk-like eyes darkened and outstretched his hand.
Adam handed the phone over with a smile.
Baron Lawrence took the phone and stared at the name flashing on the screen for a while without answering.
The light on the phone screen flickered for more than ten seconds before fading to darkness—
Though it was he who didn’t answer the phone himself, once the call hung up, his face was even uglier than anyone else’s! He angrily threw the phone onto the sofa!
He actually didn’t answer Enna Clark’s call?!
Even a fool like Adam could tell they had a fight, and suddenly he felt like his head was twice as big. He chose his words carefully and asked tentatively, “Baron, what happened between you and Enna?”
Enna Clark… Baron Lawrence’s face was tightly drawn, looking cold and gloomy as he took a sip of the red wine in front of him.
Seeing him about to pour himself another glass, Adam couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed the wine glass and frowned, scolding him. “You can’t drink anymore! I’ve warned you before, don’t drink while your wound hasn’t healed.
If you want to die, just keep drinking!”
Baron Lawrence ignored him, took a glass from the side, and started pouring wine again.
Adam couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed the wine glass again and said more forcefully, “Did you have a fight with Enna Clark? It’s just a woman, isn’t it? Is it worth drowning your sorrows in alcohol?”
What he said was true. Isn’t it just a woman? With Baron Lawrence’s status and wealth, what kind of woman couldn’t he have? Was it worth drowning his sorrows for a woman?
“Give me the glass.” Baron Lawrence stared at him coldly.
That look was bone-chillingly cold.
Like the biting wind in deep winter, it could freeze a person’s bones!