He had no real interest in this kind of equestrian competition, and was just about to take a sip of his coffee.
Suddenly!
He caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye!
That figure was—
His face suddenly turned livid with anger, he put down his coffee cup heavily, and stood up!
"Young Master Lawrence?"
"President Lawrence?"
Others didn't understand why he suddenly stood up, let alone why his aura suddenly became as cold as a storm brewing, like gusts filling the building before a rain!
Baron Lawrence didn't care about others, or to be precise, he only saw one figure in his eyes now—Enna Clark!
Had not seen her for one year, four months and fifteen days, the woman suddenly appeared before him in this way!
"Damn it!"
The surging anger in his chest flared up, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and kicked over the lounger in front of him!
The hand that was clenched into a fist, smashed into the railing!
