Baron Lawrence raised his eyebrows impatiently, giving her a disdainful glance, and his thin lips touched lightly, "My standard is simply finding someone pleasing to the eye." However, up to now, only one woman had caught his fancy.
So, Enna Clark was the standard.
The female host was confused and wanted to ask more questions, but seeing his impatient expression, she wisely closed her mouth and changed the subject to finance. Enna couldn't understand any of it, so she just zoned out with the cleaning cloth in hand.
Ever since they parted ways three months ago, she hadn't seen this man for a long time and even deliberately avoided his news these past few months. For some reason, this time seeing him on the screen, she felt that his complexion seemed somewhat pale, as if he had been seriously ill...
Was Baron Lawrence sick?
Was it because of overwork? Or, was it... because of her?
Although the possibility of it being because of herself was slim, Enna's heart still skipped a beat.
