Enna Clark's palms were sweating with nervousness.
She had spent a significant portion of her savings on this gift, but she wasn't sure if Baron Lawrence would like it.
After all, Baron had everything he needed, and a gift that required Enna to grit her teeth and save up might be just a trivial toy to him.
"I originally wanted to buy you a shirt, but the shirts from this brand are too expensive, and I don't have that much money right now. I'll buy you one for your birthday next year." He didn't say anything, and Enna became even more nervous, awkwardly explaining.
Just as she finished speaking, the arrogant man grabbed her hand and led her towards the bedroom—
"Baron Lawrence?" Enna stumbled and couldn't understand his intentions.
"Shut up and follow me."
The bedroom looked exactly the same as when she had left it. In the luxurious cloakroom, everything seemed extravagant.
He let go of her hand and pulled open a drawer in the cloakroom.
