Baron Lawrence's heart felt as though it had been abruptly yanked, suddenly filled with a sense of deception!
She was Enna Clark, the woman Scott Harris had mentioned, the one he had been chasing after!
Why hadn't she revealed herself at the beginning?
Recent events flashed through his mind like a quick glimpse of scenery, intensifying the feeling of betrayal in his heart.
So from the very beginning, her approach to him was not out of innocence.
She even feigned unfamiliarity with him, calling him President Lawrence, and perhaps even the afternoon his car broke down suddenly on the road was not a coincidence.
'Bang!'
The computer was violently smashed onto the floor!
The man's chest heaved fiercely, his anger from being deceived was beyond words.
Damn it!
Who gave that woman the audacity to deceive him like this!
—'I think you like me'!
—'I think you like me'!
—'I think you like me'!
It turns out, all of this was her scheming.
It was all an act!
