Enna Clark didn't see the entire fuss.
She was being dragged by Baron Lawrence, briskly walking forward.
The cold-looking man was tall, with long legs. He took one step, she had to take two to keep up. Unfortunately, he also walked really fast. Enna tired out as she followed him.
"Baron Lawrence, slow down a bit!" She gasps, stumbling after him.
However, the man who was swiftly walking seemed not to hear her. His face pallid, he didn't even glance at her.
"Slow down..."
Sweat broke out on Enna's back, she could not bear it anymore and struggled to break free from his grip.
"I can't keep up anymore."
This time, the fast-moving man abruptly stopped. His face stern, and looked horribly terrible. The domineering gaze in his eyes coldly said, "Can't keep up? I thought you fancied yourself a Superman with his underwear outside, capable of anything!"
She couldn't speak the country's language yet dared to let Scott Harris go buy a drink for her!
