Just as she reached the entrance,
she saw two lines of people in crisp suits waiting there.
Seeing them coming, they bow and say in unison, "Good day, Young Master Lawrence."
Baron Lawrence felt the little one in his arms wrinkled his brows as if disturbed by the noise, and stirred. His face sank in an instant, he swept a glance over the crowd, ignoring them, and strode forward with his long legs.
Once he left, the others had no choice but to follow.
A large group of people followed behind, some with shorter legs could almost break into a run to keep up.
In the lounge on the 13th floor, Baron Lawrence gently placed the little tyke onto the large bed, pulled the blanket over him, then turned to Scott Harris and said, "Stay here and take care of him."
Enna Clark, concerned, volunteered, "I have nothing else to do anyway, so why not I stay here instead? You and Mr. Harris can go ahead."
