The cold and imposing man leaning against the chair back didn't even glance at her, his face expressionless, still frowning, "I don't want to hear you speak."
She really didn't mean it, she just forgot. It's one thing for Baron Lawrence to be mad at the beginning, but it's uncomfortable for her, too. She furrowed her brows and suddenly said to the driver in front of her, "Stop the car."
"What are you going to do!" The chills emanating from the man finally looked at her with furrowed brows.
The driver slowly pulled the car over to the side.
Enna Clark reached out to pull the car door while saying with a tense face, "I want to get out."
Baron Lawrence's eyes suddenly gathered a storm, almost swirling. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.
Enna only said it out of anger, she didn't really want to get out of the car. She turned her head and calmly said, "Didn't you say you don't want to hear me talk? If I get out of the car, you won't hear me."
This woman!
