Enna Clark's eyes turned cold, "Someone of her own?" Was Miranda Lewis persuading her to find a mistress for Baron Lawrence?
"Someone you trust that won't betray you. Like a relative, or a good friend." She paused briefly, and added as if she was considering for Enna Clark, "Relatives are the best option, they can be trusted as there's a blood relationship."
Enna wasn't a fool; she could see what Miranda was trying to hint at.
She curved her lips in a smirk, a hint of mockery in her gaze as she stared at Miranda, "Just cut to the chase and tell me that you want to be the one by Baron Lawrence's side."
"Enna, I'm considering for your sake. Mr. Lawrence will be marrying soon; you have to plan for your own future." Miranda advised earnestly.
Enna's mocking gaze deepened. Under that mocking look, Miranda felt like she had nowhere to hide. She opened her mouth, but couldn't continue what she was going to say.
