The man in the Bugatti was engulfed in rage.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging as if he were trying desperately to restrain his anger.
After a long while, he picked up the phone beside him and made a call.
"Dialing tone—," the phone was answered almost immediately, "Hello, Lord?"
"Have you found Enna Clark?"
"We haven't found Ms. Clark yet, but we have deployed a wide search for Ms. Clark's whereabouts. However, it's getting dark, and since we didn't find Ms. Clark at the car accident scene—the area is all forest—it's difficult searching for someone."
"I'm going there myself!"
"Lord Lawrence is going to search for Ms. Clark himself?" Scott Harris couldn't help but interject, "Lord, the area is too vast. Even if you went, you might not be able to find Ms. Clark. Perhaps it's better to wait..."
He was cut off before he could finish, "Do you think under these circumstances, I can wait?!"
