"What news?"
"It's about Young Master Lawrence. There was a leak online saying that Young Master Lawrence and his cousin were having coffee at a café in the City Center, so I called to ask if you hadn't picked up Young Master Lawrence?" Olivia Lewis paused, always feeling something odd about Enna Clark and Baron Lawrence, "Didn't you say you were going to the airport? How come you didn't pick anyone up? When you got there, had Baron Lawrence already left?"
Enna Clark mumbled, "Well… sort of."
"What do you mean 'sort of'? If it's yes, then it's yes; if no, then no. Did you meet Young Master Lawrence at the airport or not?"
Enna Clark couldn't explain it right away and could only say, "I did meet him, but there were too many reporters, so he might not have seen me."
"Oh, no wonder. It's good that you two didn't argue."
"We didn't argue. Olivia, I have something else to do, I need to hang up first."
Olivia Lewis sneered at her, "Damn, so heartless. Go on and hang up then."
