Enna Clark had no idea that a phone call from Olivia Lewis had caused such a commotion.
She was looking at the messages online one by one.
Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside.
The entire Rhine Corporation was in turmoil.
From the first-floor reception to the 18th-floor publicity and secretary offices, everyone was too distracted to work and gathered by the hallway.
"It's Lord."
"It's really Young Master Lawrence."
"Oh my God, Young Master Lawrence came to our company."
"He must be here to see the representative, take pictures, and post them online."
"He's so handsome in person, way more than the photos paparazzi have taken, so tall and fit."
"The representative is really so lucky ..."
Whispers were coming from all around continuously, but the man surrounded by the crowd seemed unfazed, not caring about the gazes from both sides. He led his people, heading towards Enna's office.
