He had just walked to the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, Miranda Lewis looked at him with surprise, seemingly not expecting to encounter the person she had been longing to see. She gasped with wide eyes, âMr. Lawrence, what a coincidence~â
âMove out of the way.â
Baron Lawrence remained expressionless, as if he didnât even recognize her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The smile on Mirandaâs face stiffened, but she wasnât willing to let go of this rare opportunity to be alone with Baron. Pretending as if she didnât hear his cold rejection, she cuddled the plush toy bear in her arms and said, âMr. Lawrence, I was just about to come upstairs to look for you and Enna. I went shopping yesterday and came across this teddy at the store. I found it so cute that I couldnât resist buying it to give to my nephewâ¦â
The plush bear in her hands was indeed exquisitely made, adorable and endearing, its ear still adorned with a product tag bearing a prominent brand logo.
But to her surprise, Baron Lawrence completely ignored her and the toy bear in her hands. He pulled her out of the elevator, stepped in with long strides, and pressed the elevator button.
Miranda was taken by surprise and before she could react, the elevator doors slowly closed in front of her.
Gone with the closing elevator was the man she longed for, so proud and noble!
Her face flushed red then turned white, before crimson rushed up again. She felt the sting of humiliation as if she had been slapped.
This man not only ignored her all along, but also didnât bother to respond after listening to her. He just pulled her out and then shut the elevator doors!
This was way more than a rejection, it was an absolute snub!
Defiantly gripping the expensive plush bear, she stamped her foot in frustration!
Why would he ignore her while sheâd seen him pampering Enna with so much affection, many times over?
She considered herself no less than Enna!
Baron Lawrence couldnât care less about her tantrum. In his eyes, she was just an annoying woman who sprung out of nowhere early in the morning holding a rubbish bear and making a racket. She was even more bothersome than a fly, enough to make him want to toss her off the 28th floor.
Right now, his only desire was to find Enna. He wasnât interested in anyone else.
Feeling increasingly anxious with the elevatorâs descent, Baron Lawrence frowned. Damn it, he didnât know why but his sense of unease grew stronger.
It felt as though a part of his heart had collapsed,
Empty.
Such was his agitation that he found the short lift ride unbearably long, to the point where he felt like kicking the lift a few times.
Suppressing his unknown irritations, he pulled out his cell phone, intending to try and call Enna again. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the latest text message.
The latest message on his phone was sent at 9:21 pm last night by Scott Harris.
Baron Lawrenceâs heart abruptly clenched.
The discomfort weighed heavily on him once again.
He clicked to open the message. The newest message contained the Old Manâs address sent by Scott Harris!
The message above it was his own, asking Scott for the Old Manâs address!
Enna!
His face instantly turned ashen. Almost immediately, he understood what had happened last night. That woman must have taken advantage of him while he was asleep, and gone to find the Old Man on her own!
That foolish woman!
His face darkened to an extreme level, he hastily grabbed his phone, and dialed a number, âImmediately find out where the car with the plate xxx is right now!â