40 minutes later.
The Bugatti Veyron arrived at the entrance of Oceana Club.
The entrance was extremely noisy, with even a traffic police car parked at the front.
"What happened outside?" Scott Harris slowly parked the car, looking curiously at the people running about outside.
Baron Lawrence noticed too, and when he saw the traffic police, an indescribable feeling struck him, as if his heart had skipped a beat, suddenly tightening.
Enna Clark...?
It couldn't be Enna Clark!
But for some reason he couldn't articulate, his heart felt as though it was being squeezed, flooding him with unease and irritation.
Before Scott Harris's car had come to a complete stop, Baron, with a stern face, bowed his head and took out his cell phone, dialing a number.
"Shh shh shh..." After a rustling of static, a mechanical female voice sweetly said, "I'm sorry, the user you dialed has switched off their phone, please try again later."
