Emilia Goldsmith, wearing high heels, was suddenly thrown away forcefully, almost falling to the ground. Her beautiful face became red with anger, "What are you doing! Bastard!"
She stomped her feet angrily, but Baron Lawrence didn't even glance at her. His gaze fell on the slightly pale young woman as soon as he walked in, his handsome face tense, hands in his pockets, "She is the woman covered in shit you talked about."
Enna Clark, "..." Covered in...shit, he must be talking about the perfume spray, right...?
"I couldn't explain the situation clearly on the phone, and to avoid you not believing me, I brought her here." Baron Lawrence spoke in a deep voice, finally giving Emilia a sidelong glance, his eyes dark and deep, "I have no relationship with her that you might imagine, do you remember when you were kidnapped by Jasmine Clark?"
Enna Clark nodded.