Baron Lawrence stared at the pretentious woman in front of him with irritation, having absolutely no idea what she was after!
Was her shamelessness made of shoehorns?
Couldn't she see he didn't want anything to do with her at all?
He never showed a kind face to women who couldn't take a hint and insisted on approaching him. With his hands in his pockets, he looked down on her and with a touch of his thin lips, he said mercilessly, "I believe I've already mentioned that I don't have a sister."
Slap—
It was as if Scarlett's face had been slapped, burning with humiliation. Especially in the presence of so many servants, it felt like she had been publicly slapped.
If it had been any other man who had treated her like this once or twice, she would have lost her temper long ago, and she wouldn't give that man the time of day no matter how much he groveled afterward.
