He wanted to call Enna Clark, so what would be the point of him coming to the hotel to retrieve the bullet?
"Lord..."
Baron leaned back on the sofa, feeling agitated, and said, "I'll finish this IV drip, but listen carefully, my injury must not be known to Enna Clark. Do you understand?"
Even though Scott Harris didn't know why Baron wouldn't want the Young Madam to know, he paid attention to his words, "Yes, Lord."
The IV drip continued to drip slowly, unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere of the Presidential Suite, flowing at its own steady pace...
*
Meanwhile.
Enna Clark, who was being thought of, had no idea about the hotel incident. Her car had just stopped at the address sent by Olivia Lewis.
She got out of the car without letting the driver follow and walked over by herself.
This time, Olivia Lewis's advertisement was being shot at the TV Station.
