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“Who? What do you want?!” Enna Clark, completely soaked, shouted in disgrace.
“Just stay in there!” The speaker deliberately pinched their throat, making it impossible to recognize their voice.
The footsteps outside began to move away, getting farther and farther…
Enna, dripping wet, couldn’t care less about anything and desperately banged on the bathroom door, shouting, “Let me out! Let me out!”
However, apart from the constant echo, no one responded to her.
“Is anyone there? Let me out…”
After shouting for more than ten minutes, Enna’s throat was dry and itchy, and her whole body was dripping wet. Even though it was summer, the bathroom was located in a secluded area that couldn’t receive sunlight.
The inside of the stall was already cold, and the wind from outside made it even colder.
“Is anyone there? Anyone?” Her voice gradually became hoarse and unpleasant.
There were no footsteps outside.
Enna hugged her knees, slowly squatting down.
She felt desperate for the first time!
It was already off-work hours, and no one would come to this bathroom. She didn’t have her phone, her purse, or anything else, and she didn’t know if Sister Tiffany had noticed her absence…
President’s office on the 33rd floor.
Baron Lawrence threw the documents handed over by Scott Harris angrily on the floor, narrowed his hawk-like eyes, and shouted, “This is their monthly business report? Do they even want to work? If not, let them pack up and leave!”
Scott had already heard about the quarrel between Baron and Enna from Adam Sinclair, so he was prepared when facing Baron’s anger. He calmly picked up the report from the floor and put it back on the desk, explaining, “Lord, the reports are usually done at the end of the month, and there’s still a week left. You’re in too much of a hurry, so the finance department could only make a temporary report. They’re working overtime to finish the formal report…’
“I don’t want to hear explanations!” His usual dominance and strength reached its peak. The setting sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto his resolute and handsome face, revealing his noble temperament. He unbuttoned his shirt, loosened his collar, and frowned, looking extremely upset, “Tell them I’ll give them one more night. If they don’t finish, everyone’s out!”
It seemed that His Lordship was in a particularly bad mood today…
“Yes.” Scott silently took the report back and was about to leave to handle the matter.
Only to hear the man at the desk ask coldly, “Is she back?”
Baron Lawrence didn’t actually care about that fickle woman! He was just asking casually!
He picked up a file from the desk without even noticing he had grabbed it upside down, pretending to focus on it as if he hadn’t really cared about his question to Scott.
Knowing who he was referring to, but still cautious, Scott inquired, “Are you talking about Ms. Clark, Lord?”
Baron Sinclair almost smashed the globe on the desk onto Scott’s head!
Who else could he be talking about besides Ms. Clark? Ms. Smith or Ms. Lee?!
Scott was usually quite intelligent, so why was he so stupid at critical moments?!
With a dark face, Baron had to choose between admitting it, which would make it seem like he cared too much about the woman, or denying it, which might make Scott’s wooden head truly believe that he wasn’t asking about Enna…
For the first time, Baron felt an unprecedented vexation, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by someone.. Maintaining a stern expression, his thin lips finally admitted, “Stop talking nonsense! Yes, it’s her!”