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This is Baron Lawrence’s company in Linton City?
Just a small subsidiary?
Enna Clark had her first direct experience of how wealthy this man was. No wonder so many women wanted to climb into his life.
Indeed, even a small portion of the wealth of such a rich man would be enough for ordinary people to live a lifetime.
Enna took a deep breath and walked in.
The receptionist had already received a call from Scott Harris and let her through without delay.
Enna headed straight for the elevator and went up to the 88th floor.
The entire 88th floor was dedicated to the President, with only a few private secretaries and no one else.
As soon as Enna arrived, she was stopped by a secretary. “Hello, Miss, you are…?”
“I’m looking for Baron Lawrence.”
“Do you have an appointment?” The secretary was thorough and responsible.
Enna was caught off guard by the question. “No…”
The secretary gave her a quick once-over, then calmly replied, “I’m sorry, you cannot see President Lawrence without an appointment.”
Enna was getting anxious. “Can you please do me a favor and ask him? Just tell him Enna Clark is looking for him.”
Seeing her genuine expression, the secretary thought she indeed seemed familiar with the President. After a moment’s hesitation, he agreed. “Please have a seat, Ms. Clark. I’ll go ask for you.”
Enna breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked him. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem, please have a seat and wait for a moment.”
Enna didn’t put on airs and took a seat on a nearby chair.
The secretary hurried to the President’s office…
He arrived at the office door, took a deep breath, and knocked hesitantly. “Knock, knock—”
Keeping his head down, the secretary cautiously entered. The whole office was filled with oppressive tension, and he dared not look up. “President Lawrence, there’s a Ms. Clark outside who would like to see you.”
As soon as his words fell, he heard a surprised and excited voice from the President. “Who did you say?”
Startled, he looked up and blurted out, “She said her name is Enna Clark.”
Baron Lawrence had already sprung to his feet the moment he heard that Ms. Clark was looking for him. Now that he confirmed it was Enna, he frowned.
Wasn’t she done with him?
Wasn’t she no longer interested in dealing with him?
Why did she come here?
Thinking of Scott Harris’s previous insistence about taking medication, Baron Lawrence had a hunch. Most likely, Scott had gone to find her, and that’s why she came.
The excitement in Baron Lawrence’s eyes instantly faded.
He didn’t need anyone’s pity or charity.
The secretary couldn’t figure out why the President’s expression changed so quickly. One moment he was excited, then the next, his face fell. The secretary was just a subordinate, so even if he found it strange, he wouldn’t dare to ask—just kept his head down waiting for the President’s orders.
Baron Lawrence was annoyed and conflicted. He both wanted and didn’t want to see her, his agitation evident as he paced back and forth. A surge of anger lodged in his chest, and he suddenly kicked the trash can in front of him.
The trash can flew out with a bang, hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then pitifully rolled back on the ground, spinning in circles.
The secretary was startled and suddenly regretted barging in.
“Tell her that I’m busy and I’m not seeing anyone!” Despite it being his choice not to see Enna Clark, the way he spoke made it seem like she was the one who refused to see him. His handsome face was so dark that it seemed like water could drip from it!
“Yes.” The secretary struggled to breathe under the overwhelming tension. He hurriedly said, “I’m going out first, President Lawrence.”