Baron Lawrence didn't give Enna Clark a chance to respond. He firmly gripped her hand and dragged her out.
Enna's hand hurt from his grip, but without understanding why he was behaving this way, she chose to bear the pain instead of pulling away.
Don't get angry, she won't get angry... Bobby was still held captive by him, she couldn't afford to be angry... She would try her best to reason with him... It would be best if she could appeal to his emotions and convince him with logic to return Bobby to her...
Having made up her mind, the pain in her wrist didn't seem to matter that much.
Baron Lawrence dragged her to a room on the third floor, then suddenly let go of her hand. His hands tucked in his pockets, he looked cool and aloof. "There's a celebration banquet in an hour," he said coldly. "You'll be attending with me. I've arranged for Scott Harris to handle your makeup. Go in. After 40 minutes, I'll come to pick you up."
"I..."
