Bread, milk...
Enna Clark blinked several times, ensuring she wasn't seeing things.
The item Baron Lawrence handed to her was indeed the most ordinary bread and milk, not a hallucination.
So, was she now awake, or still dreaming?
Had the dream where she mistook a lion for this man, which startled her awake, been just a dream within a dream, and was she actually still dreaming?
If this wasn't a dream, how could Baron Lawrence, who always valued quality in life, possibly hand her ordinary bread and milk for lunch?
Wasn't it his style to sit leisurely in a Michelin star restaurant, waiting for a seven-star chef to serve the food?
Bread and milk, the kind of food common people ate, Enna Clark could hardly believe it came from his hands.
"Drive," Baron Lawrence commanded calmly, as if he hadn't seen her surprised expression.
Scott Harris had already taken his seat at the front, "Yes, My Lord."
The car moved smoothly forward...
