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This is Baron Lawrenceâs 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. âHello, Miss, you areâ¦?â
âIâm looking for Baron Lawrence.â
âDo you have an appointment?â The secretary was thorough and responsible.
Enna was caught off guard by the question. âNoâ¦â
The secretary gave her a quick once-over, then calmly replied, âIâm sorry, you cannot see President Lawrence without an appointment.â
Enna was getting anxious. âCan you please do me a favor and ask him? Just tell him Enna Clark is looking for him.â
Seeing her genuine expression, the secretary thought she indeed seemed familiar with the President. After a momentâs hesitation, he agreed. âPlease have a seat, Ms. Clark. Iâll go ask for you.â
Enna breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked him. âI appreciate it.â
âNo problem, please have a seat and wait for a moment.â
Enna didnât put on airs and took a seat on a nearby chair.
The secretary hurried to the Presidentâs officeâ¦
He arrived at the office door, took a deep breath, and knocked hesitantly. âKnock, knockââ
âCome in.â
Keeping his head down, the secretary cautiously entered. The whole office was filled with oppressive tension, and he dared not look up. âPresident Lawrence, thereâs a Ms. Clark outside who would like to see you.â
As soon as his words fell, he heard a surprised and excited voice from the President. âWho did you say?â
Startled, he looked up and blurted out, âShe said her name is Enna Clark.â
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.
Wasnât she done with him?
Wasnât she no longer interested in dealing with him?
Why did she come here?
Thinking of Scott Harrisâs previous insistence about taking medication, Baron Lawrence had a hunch. Most likely, Scott had gone to find her, and thatâs why she came.
The excitement in Baron Lawrenceâs eyes instantly faded.
He didnât need anyoneâs pity or charity.
The secretary couldnât figure out why the Presidentâs 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 wouldnât dare to askâjust kept his head down waiting for the Presidentâs orders.
Baron Lawrence was annoyed and conflicted. He both wanted and didnât 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.
âTell her that Iâm busy and Iâm not seeing anyone!â 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!
âYes.â The secretary struggled to breathe under the overwhelming tension. He hurriedly said, âIâm going out first, President Lawrence.â