The voice—
Enna Clark swung towards the direction of the voice, only to see a vein throbbing hand on her window!
And then, a man who was supposed to be at his engagement party in Country W appeared before her eyes. He appeared to be exhausted from climbing the window; his short hair soaked in sweat, his eagle-like eyes brighter than ever before.
"Bar..." Baron Lawrence!
His sudden appearance was nothing short of shocking.
Enna Clark was utterly unprepared, on the verge of blurting out his name. Thankfully, she managed to cover her mouth just in time, swallowing the words caught in her throat before they had a chance to escape.
Her eyes, however, were wide open as saucers.
How could he be here?
Shouldn't he be in Country W at this time?
She had seen the news of him boarding the plane with her own eyes, even this afternoon, she had seen a picture of him in a Lincoln car taken by a journalist.
Why was he suddenly climbing her window?
