Scott Harris, who was so far away, was blamed unfairly. He was driving slowly so that Baron and Ms. Clark could spend more time together in the car to communicate better. Baron got Ms. Clark angry, but it turned into Scott's fault for driving too slow.
Feeling frustrated, Scott stepped on the gas pedal, and the Lincoln Stretch Limousine sped towards Capital City's villa area—
Swiftly.
The car stopped in front of a single villa.
Enna was tired from crying. The negative emotions that had been weighing her down for the past few days seemed to have dissipated after that fit of sobbing. Only then did she realize that she was still sitting on Baron Lawrence's lap, snuggling into his embrace. She finally found it embarrassing.
With a hoarse voice, she said, "Baron Lawrence, I can get off and walk by myself."
As soon as she spoke, even Enna was startled by her own hoarse and unpleasant voice.
