"Baron...Baron...Baron Lawrence?" Enna Clark stammered, still in shock. Her body suddenly felt light as she was picked up by the waist.
The seemingly divine man with his ashen face and deep features, long legs striding as he carried her quickly away.
Just as a car drove by, he stopped it forcibly.
"President?"
"Get out."
"Uh...what?"
"I said get out of the car!"
His fierce appearance was even more intimidating than a robber's!
Although the driver didn't understand what was going on, he obediently exited the car. As soon as he got out, Baron Lawrence opened the back door and placed Enna Clark inside. Then he closed the door, got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and the car sped off—
Leaving the bewildered car owner still standing there, not understanding what had just happened.
Why did the president steal his car?
And who was the woman the president was carrying?
...
The car sped all the way to the hospital entrance.
