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Emilia Goldsmith came with him, so of course, she should leave with him. Hearing him ask about the woman, she blinks and interrupts, “Your girlfriend’s surname Clark?”
If it weren’t for agreeing to the Old Master’s conditions, Baron Lawrence would not hesitate to leave the irritating woman beside him.
Ignoring her, he leans back in the chair and closes his eyes.
Emilia Goldsmith is left feeling rejected and frustrated.
Damn, what kind of man is this, completely lacking any gentlemanly demeanor? She was just asking out of curiosity, she wasn’t up to no good. Was it necessary for him to be so guarded against her?
Didn’t they agree from the start to cooperate and play along for the sake of their families? She had been cooperative, why couldn’t he make this a pleasant partnership?
The car slowly drove away…
Once the searchlights were gone, Emilia Goldsmith finally relaxed.
All of a sudden, the man who had his eyes closed opened them, looking at her with disgust, “What’s that smell on you?”
“Perfume?” It was a limited edition from Fofopyne, there were only three bottles in the world and she had one of them.
Emilia Goldsmith thought he liked the smell and was just about to show off.
She never would have imagined…
“Did you rub shit all over your body?”
“Stop the car,” he suddenly ordered.
Lincoln abruptly stopped the car, parking it at the roadside.
Baron Lawrence’s face was cold and bordered on disgust and impatience as he rudely dismissed her, “Get out.”
Emilia Goldsmith couldn’t help but widen her eyes in shock, “Are you joking with me? I’m wearing 10-inch high heels? He’s asking me to get out of the car in the middle of the night?”
Reality proved that Baron Lawrence did indeed want her to get out of the car, “The act is over, you can go now.”
“Are you getting out?” His impatient tone was downright insulting.
Emilia Goldsmith was so angry she was shaking. She glared at him and proceeded to open the car door and exit.
The next moment, the car door closed and Lincoln sped off right in front of her—
The cold night wind blew on her as she stomped her foot in anger.
She had never met such a domineering, unreasonable, and extreme alpha male!
How could her family set her up with a man ?
Luckily she’s not interested in an arranged marriage, otherwise, she’d be tortured to death!
Emilia Goldsmith’s initial impression of Baron Lawrence was terrible. She took out her cell phone from her bag and made a phone call to her family’s chauffeur, “I’m on Roman Street 3, come pick me up.”
The driver on the car saw Emilia Goldsmith stamping her foot and calling, looking really angry, and asked uneasily, “Sir, is it okay for us to just left Ms. Goldsmith behind like that?”
“Her driver will pick her up.”
“…” He was worried about how the Old Lord would feel when he found out about Baron Lawrence’s duplicity.
At this moment, Baron Lawrence didn’t care who might be angry. He’d used all his restraint to keep his revulsion in check and put on an act.
He didn’t want to spend another second with that annoying woman.
Baron Lawrence rolled down the window to let the night breeze come in and dissipate the lingering perfume smell in the car. His face finally relaxed a bit, “Go back to the hotel and arrange a meeting immediately.”
“Won’t you rest a bit, Sir?”
“No need. Arrange it as quickly as possible! No need for rest!”
Although it’s been just a night without seeing that woman, he felt a kind of unbearable longing.
Every cell in his body was screaming in anticipation.
Baron Lawrence, feeling irritated, undid the button of his shirt collar and tugged on his collar.
Did she dream of him?