Enna Clark put down her phone.
Her beautiful brows involuntarily furrowed deeply.
It made sense for Baron Lawrence to turn off his phone—it wasn't unusual for him to do something irrational when he was angry. However, it was troubling that Mr. Harris had also switched off his phone.
She had wanted to fly to Country S to check on him, but her identity had just been exposed, and her villa was surrounded by too many journalists and paparazzi. Plus, her leg was still injured, and Edward Jackson did not agree with her going out. That's why she had stayed at home, trying to reach them by phone.
If Olivia hadn't called today to say that Baron Lawrence had returned to the country, she had already decided to fly to Country S tomorrow, no matter what.
Because of her instructions, the driver sped through the streets, and 15 minutes later, the car screeched to a halt at the international flight exit of the airport.
"Wait here for me."
"Yes, Miss."
