Adam Sinclair wasnât good at shooting, nor did he have a great interest in playing with guns. He watched as Baron Lawrence put down his handgun and picked up a sniper-style rifle to toy with. Bored, Adam poured himself a glass of red wine, leaned against the bar, and asked, âBy the way, Baron, youâve been out for three months. Any news?â
He didnât specify what news or who might have the news. He simply asked, âAny news?â
Baron Lawrence, who was toying with a sniper-style hunting rifle, paused, then suddenly rested the rifle on the bar, aimed at the target, and fired another shot!
It was incredibly accurate!
A man with a gun exudes the strongest masculine hormones â itâs considered the most potent show of masculinity.
He was extraordinarily handsome, with a noble and indescribable elegance.
His dazzling appearance sent a blush to the face of a woman walking towards the bar.
Baron Lawrence packed up his gun and flippantly tossed it to one side, unapologetically commenting, âRubbish!â
âDonât change the subject, Iâm asking you, any news?â
A cold and stern expression crossed the manâs eyes. He seemed quite exasperated by this question, and with tight lips replied, âNone.â
Edward Jackson was more crafty than he had imagined!
Over the past year, he had made several attempts to find her, all in vain!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He had previously gone on a mission to Country T based on a tip that Enna Clark might be there. But even with a vast dragnet spread out, he wasnât able to locate the woman!
A hint of irritation flashed across Baron Lawrenceâs face!
It had now been one year, four months, and thirteen days. Just over a month more till the agreed upon time.
This past year, his temper had been worn down repeatedly; from initial rage to calm, then back to rage, and calm againâ¦he was almost at his breaking point.
That woman better pray he doesnât find her within this month, otherwiseâ¦in addition to his initial intent of breaking her damn leg, heâll show her why roses are red!
âStill no news?â Adam Sinclair was stumped, âYouâve been searching for so long, isnât there any clue at all?â
âAre you implying that I am incompetent?â A cold, belittling gaze fell upon him.
A chill ran down Adam Sinclairâs spine, and he quickly clarified, âI didnât mean that, I was just lamenting! Just a pure lamentation!â
âActually, I have an idea that could help you find Enna.â
He has a solution?
Baron Lawrence didnât believe him, but couldnât help but feel a glimmer of hope, âSpeak!â
âWhy donât you choose a female star from my roster, stir up a scandal, make it a talk of the town. Enna would surely see that. Do you think sheâd be able to stay away then? Sheâd definitely come looking for you. Sounds like a good idea, doesnât it?â
âGet lost!â Baron Lawrence hurled a gun towards him, his eyes seething with murderous intent.
He must have been out of his mind, to have hoped for a good idea from Adam Sinclair!
âI think this idea is really good. Donât you agree?â Adam Sinclair dodged the gun, and didnât forget to add points for himself, âI really believe this idea could work.â
Baron Lawrence, holding back his rage, snarled, âIf you donât want me to rip your tongue out, shut up immediately!â
ââ¦â Adam Sinclair stopped talking.
At that moment, a pleasant and proper voice naturally chimed in, âI didnât expect to see Young Master Lawrence here, Iâm so lucky.â
Adam Sinclair and Rupert Harris immediately turned towards the woman who had rudely interrupted their conversation, their faces clearly marked with displeasure.
Didnât the woman see they were talking? Who gave her the right to interrupt?