The black Cayenne sped down the road, both sides' greenery quickly receding. Enna Clark sat on the leather sofa, turning her head to watch the scenery rushing by outside the window, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
However, it was clear that someone wouldn't let her off the hook.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
Baron Lawrence forcibly turned her head to face him, "If you have nothing to look at, look at me. I allow you to look at me."
"..." Enna frowned.
The next second, the corner of her mouth was harshly bitten. The pain made her gasp.
"Don't you dare get distracted!"
Enna Clark almost let out a curse, but succumbing to his overwhelming presence, she suppressed her resentment.
She absolutely couldn't offend someone as significant as Baron Lawrence. If she upset him, it would totally not end well for her.
The only option now was to go along with him until he lost interest.
