Jacob Clark could no longer tolerate the situation. With a loud slap on the table, he stood up, leaning on the desk with both hands, veins pulsating on his forehead as he glared aggressively at Enna. He bellowed, "Enna, I'm your Dad! What good would it do for you if the company went bankrupt? Aren't you planning to marry Young Master Lawrence? Do you really think you can win a firm standing in the Lawrence Family without a strong support from your own?"
Is he threatening her?
Unfortunately for him, she wouldn't succumb to such threats!
"That's my business and has nothing to do with President Clark!"
President Clark, President Clark, President Clark... The vein on Jacob Clark's temple was thumping wildly. He had completely felt Enna's attitude towards him, but there was simply nothing he could do. All he could do was just glare at Enna Clark, frozen in a stalemate.
"Knock, knock", the secretary walked in with two cups of tea.
