Baron Lawrence scanned the dazzling array of clothes, bags, and shoes, feeling a throbbing pulse at his temples.
He formed another layer of impression about the woman he had never met, the one shrouded in rumors—materialistic!
From a toothbrush to the cloakroom, he had preliminarily defined Enna Clark in his mind as—a scheming, gold-digging woman!
Exactly the type of woman he detested the most!
Damn it!
How blind had he been to actually chase after such a tasteless and gold-digging woman?
Just thinking about how he had once pursued such a woman made Baron Lawrence's mood, which had finally improved, turn irritable once more.
He lost interest in choosing what to wear and randomly pulled out a white shirt, then opened the watch cabinet that housed his collection and selected one from the dozens of top-tier watches.
When he saw a carefully placed box inside, he narrowed his eyes and picked up the box situated in the center.
Upon opening it, he found a platinum tie clip inside.
