The first time Baron Lawrence was patting somebody's back, his hand was alternatively heavy and light—he couldn't control the strength very well. He initially felt a bit stifled, however, only regret remained when he saw Enna Clark's pale little face.
The restaurant manager waiting at the entrance saw them coming and scurried to greet them, nodding and bowing: "Young Master Lawrence, you're here."
"Am I? Or did you just see a ghost?"
Unfortunately, the manager found himself under fire, getting scolded. He could only muster a forced smile, still clueless, "Young Master Lawrence is quite humorous, haha."
Baron Lawrence was not as indulgent with him as he was with Enna Clark. His chilly gaze swept over the manager, who struggled to keep the forced smile glued on his face. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, utterly at a loss as to why he had offended the notable figure.
