The Bugatti roared to a stop at the entrance of the villa.
He got out of the car without a second's hesitation and barged into the villa.
Old Master Lawrence was just having his breakfast, and a trace of surprise flashed in his bright eyes as he saw him enter. However, he calmly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and asked with a glance, "What's the matter?"
"Where is Enna Clark?"
He cut straight to the chase!
"You come to me early in the morning to ask about this? When did you become so impatient?" Old Master Lawrence remained calm and unruffled. He had received the news about last night's events this morning, no later than Baron Lawrence. But seeing his grandson coming to him so quickly, he knew there had been a misunderstanding.
He didn't clarify the situation, instead taking the opportunity to stand up and say indifferently, "When do you plan to get engaged to Emily Goldsmith?"
Baron Lawrence's face turned ashen, enunciating every word, "Where is Enna Clark?"
