Chapter 706: Chapter 706: President Lawrence, Nice to Meet You
She glanced instinctively at the people in the grandstand area and immediately noticed the most eye-catching man. When she saw his not-so-pleasant face, her breath hitched for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, she rode her horse towards him…
Baron Lawrence’s gaze remained firmly locked on the approaching woman. As she drew closer and closer, his heart felt like it was being suddenly gripped by a large hand, and his breathing ceased!
He forcefully suppressed the urge to run towards her.
The scenes from that night a year and a half ago played repeatedly in his mind. Over the past year or so, every sleepless night, he would recall what happened that night.
Every time he regretted and angrily blamed himself for being too careless, for not detecting her intentions from her unusually enthusiastic performance, and for foolishly giving her a chance to escape.
His gaze swept from the woman’s face to her long, straight legs, already mentally simulating the possibility of breaking her damn leg.
Soon, the valiant and heroic woman on horseback arrived within close range. She dismounted gracefully and calmly handed her gloves to the nearby waiter before striding into the grandstand area.
Riding clothes were often tight-fitting for ease of movement, perfectly outlining the woman’s proportionate figure. Although she wasn’t very tall, the proportion of her waist and legs was excellent, and the riding attire made her waist seem slender and her legs long, giving people a healthy and comfortable impression.
Baron Lawrence’s thin lips were pressed into a straight line, curious as to how this woman dared to flee and voluntarily appear before him, and how she intended to appease his anger.
The soft and beautiful woman, with a touch of valor, composure, and self-confidence, finally stopped in front of him, deeply looked at him, and stretched out her hand with a smile, “President Lawrence. I am Rhine’s representative, surname Clark, nice to meet you.”
— President Lawrence, I am Rhine’s representative, surname Clark, nice to meet you.
Rhine representative, surname Clark?
This damn woman, dare to provoke his limits?
Baron Lawrence’s thin lips instantly tightened into a straight line, and the obsidian-like eagle eyes rolled up a storm. Infuriated to the extreme, his piercing eagle eyes flashed with anger and then deepened, unfathomable like a well. He stared unblinkingly at the confident smiling woman in front of him, not extending his hand, and his thin lips barely touched, full of anger, “You’re happy to meet me?”
Everyone present could hear his teeth grinding!
Under the tremendous pressure, the person closest to him still maintained an upward curve of her mouth, her eyes clear and bright, “Yes, President Lawrence, I am glad to meet you.”
— Yes, President Lawrence, I am glad to meet you!
— President Lawrence, I am glad to meet you!
— President Lawrence!
She dared to pretend in front of him!
Baron Lawrence’s handsome face turned livid, his teeth clattering with a sound, an insidious and bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes. His gaze slid downwards, landing on the fair little hand extended before him.
That hand had many tiny calluses, and upon closer inspection, one could see the scars of injury on the back of her hand. Although those scars had faded, he could tell at a glance!
Wasn’t she supposed to have returned to the Habsden Family?
How did she get those scars on her hand?
And so many calluses, how did she get them?