Chapter 590: He’s Just Seeking Temporary Novelty
Old Master Lawrence seemed not at all shocked by this news. His ancient-well-like eyes showed not even the slightest fluctuation. His hands clasped together on the table, looking at Enna Clark, exuding an innate oppressiveness from his bones, “Do you think that your marriage certificate, which is like a child’s play, is valid here?”
“I can tell you explicitly that your so-called marriage is not legal in Country W. Strictly speaking, you are not married at all!”
Enna could feel the oppression. She faced those eyes that seemed to control everything. Her lips touched slightly, “Marriage is just a piece of paper. If Baron Lawrence and I think it’s valid, isn’t it valid?”
This counterattack, a beautiful one!
It was the first time that Old Master Lawrence had been openly contradicted. He raised his eyebrows, didn’t speak, but the pressure in the room became heavier and heavier…
In the Presidential Suite, everyone couldn’t help but hold their breaths. Only Enna stared at the old man’s eyes without blinking, unwaveringly.
Old Master Lawrence squinted his eyes, and a trace of appreciation flashed at the bottom of them.
It was the first time someone dared to openly contradict him and even make eye contact with him for more than three minutes.
It’s a pity that she was of too low birth and her family situation was too poor.
“I disagree with you two being together.” He didn’t beat around the bush, saying directly, “It’s a fact that your status is not worthy of the Baron. But you gave him a very smart son. As the birth mother of my great-grandson, I can give you reasonable compensation. In addition to money, I can give you a villa and a small company that is enough for you to live on for a lifetime. Of course, if you just want money, you can also give me an approximate figure. As long as it’s not too excessive, I’ll agree. But I still hold the same position: you and the Baron are not possible together and will never be together. Understand?”
“I don’t want the money…”
Old Master Lawrence seemed not to hear it, pouring the tea from his cup into the waste tea bowl, saying indifferently, “Miss Clark, there’s no need to refuse so quickly. I know that you think if you just hold on to the Baron, you can get more than this. But I can tell you explicitly that with your status, the Baron is just after something fresh. You’ve met Emilia, right? In terms of external and internal conditions, which is better than hers?”
Emilia Goldsmith… Enna envisioned a beautiful tall, elegant, and aristocratic girl who wasn’t pretentious. She fell silent for a moment but still insisted on her point, “Love is not an equivalent exchange. Liking each other is more important than being suitable.”
“It’s because they haven’t found unsuitability yet! When they find that it’s unsuitable, they naturally won’t like it anymore. Just like buying shoes in a shoe store, the shoes you like are not necessarily the right fit. Even if you reluctantly wear them because you like them, eventually, there will be a day when you can’t stand the blisters on your heels. Miss Clark, do you want to wait until the Baron finds that the shoes don’t fit and can’t bear it anymore before letting go of them?” Old Master Lawrence, who had been in the business for decades, was skillfully venomous with every word, hitting right into the person’s heart, “You don’t have to answer me so anxiously. Go back and think about it. Before you make up your mind, the conditions I told you are still valid.”
“Jason, see her out.”
Old Master seemed to firmly believe Enna would seriously consider it and ordered Jason indifferently.
“Yes, Old Lord.” The Housekeeper walked up to Enna, gentlemanly stretched out his hand, and led the way, “Miss Clark, let’s go.”
Enna bit her lower lip and turned to walk out…
Watching her almost reach the door, Enna suddenly turned around—