The other end of the phone was silent for a full half-minute before a voice came through suddenly, "I'll wait for you to come back!"
Before Enna Clark could ask what he meant by waiting, the call had already ended with the beep of a disconnected line.
Baron Lawrence had hung up the phone.
Enna Clark frowned slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.
The man, who hadn't spoken since getting into the car, suddenly asked, "Baron Lawrence's call?"
"Yeah." Enna Clark put away her phone, hooked the corner of her mouth, and said naturally, "He asked when I would return."
A flicker passed through Lyle Westbrook's eyes.
He too had heard the voice on the other end of the phone, but the tone of the speech didn't seem very pleasant.
As domineering and assertive as ever!
His chest sank, he stopped speaking, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The Rolls-Royce cut through the night, heading towards the hospital.
