"Who are you? Young Master Lawrence hasn't even spoken yet, and you're saying he doesn't have time?" Isla Johnson stood up for Amelia Young, looking Enna Clark up and down. Seeing Enna's arm intimately entwined with Baron's, she instantly pegged Enna as a vixen. Angrily, she said, "Our Ivy is Young Master Lawrence's girlfriend, not you. Who do you think you are?"
Amelia knew the situation between the three of them, and as soon as Isla spoke, she felt awkward. She tugged at Isla's arm, embarrassed, and said, "Isla, don't say anymore."
Isla thought she was trying to be diplomatic. Feeling a sense of righteous indignation for her friend, she shook off Amelia's hand and glared at her, "Why not say it? It's the truth, you are Young Master Lawrence's girlfriend. Who does this vixen think she is, showing off in front of you? Shameless!"
Baron didn't like it when someone talked about Enna, and his eyes grew cold as if he was about to lose his temper.
