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When Enna Clark returned, Baron Lawrence was already home.

“Ms. Clark, you’re back.” The servant took out slippers for her and handed them over.

Enna thanked them weakly, “Thank you.”

The servant was flattered and hurriedly said there was no need to thank them. Seeing Enna bow her head and not noticing the oppressive atmosphere in the mansion as she changed shoes, the servant hesitated and said softly, “Ms. Clark, Young Master Lawrence is in a bad mood, please be careful later.”

Actually, they wanted to say very bad, but they replaced it with the more tactful term ‘bad’ on the tip of their tongue.

Enna didn’t expect her to say that to her. She looked at her in surprise and sincerely thanked her with a smile, “Okay, I know. Thank you.”

She knew Baron Lawrence would be in a bad mood early on, and she had been prepared to face his anger since she didn’t answer the phone.

That being said, Enna still appreciated the servant’s kind reminder.

The lights in the mansion’s living room were bright.

The luxurious crystal chandelier illuminated every corner of the room as if it were daylight. The man sitting straight on the European-style leather sofa lifted his head. Beneath his sharp, short hair, his stunning face could not hide his anger.

“You still know to come back?”

Cold as ice, bone-chilling.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” An absolute tone of questioning, this man’s pride and arrogance radiated from his bones!

Enna had an uncomfortable feeling of being a criminal. She pursed her lips, put her purse down, and said softly, “I had something going on.”

“What’s the matter?” He pressed her further.

“…I don’t want to talk about it.” When she thought of Michelle Lewis, she remembered the conversation she had inadvertently overheard outside the Clark Family study during the day. She felt like a stone was pressing against her heart, and she was struggling for breath. Her mood was bad, and accordingly, so was her tone.

Baron Lawrence stared hard at the woman in the living room who was tidying up her purse. A string in his head seemed to be tightly wound, ready to break at any moment. Suppressing his anger, he narrowed his hawkish eyes and threatened, “Enna Clark, I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me! Why didn’t you answer my calls? Or else, the consequences…”

His self-esteem had not yet been uttered. The woman who had just been tidying up her purse suddenly confronted him coldly, “Or else what? You’ll make me lose my job, become homeless, or be forced onto the streets, or even worse, harass me like a hooligan?”

Baron Lawrence was taken aback by her counterattack.

When he regained his senses, he looked at Enna incredulously. This woman had become brazen, daring to yell at him.

“What did you just call me? Say it again if you dare!”

Enna indeed had the audacity! She felt like a balloon that had been pushed to its limit, her anger close to bursting. She glared at him and said loudly, “I called you a hooligan, a tyrant! A psychopath!”

Baron Lawrence was dumbstruck by her insults. Had this woman gone mad?

“Did I say something wrong? Since I met you, you have only forced and threatened me! You never listen to me, nor do you care about my wishes. All you do is intimidate me and make me cooperate with you. Don’t you think your actions are very perverted?” Enna was furious, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered during these days, “Baron Lawrence, what exactly do you want? If you want to take revenge for me leaving you five years ago, just do it quickly.. I don’t want to be tormented by you any longer!”