She desperately pleaded with the cold-hearted man, seeing him unmoved, her heart sank halfway. In her despair and panic, she thought of Enna Clark. Like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline, she immediately shouted, "Enna, Enna... Help me, help me..."
"Don't you dare say a word for her!"
She continued to seek help while the domineering man had already issued a warning to Enna Clark with a low roar.
Enna Clark was left speechless for a moment, casting him a sidelong glance. She hadn't even spoken yet.
Baron Lawrence seemed to read what she was silently complaining about inside. "You didn't say anything, but I know what you're thinking. I heard it!"
"Where did you hear it? What do you think I want to say?"
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip around her wrist, staring at her intensively, "You want to plead for her!"
Enna Clark, "... You're overthinking it."
She wasn't that kind-hearted.
