The spatial feeling of this room was too oppressive. From the moment she stepped in, Enna Clark felt uneasy. Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her hand slightly, as if he sensed her discomfort, and said in a low voice, "With me here, there's nothing to fear."
"I'm not afraid."
It wasn't fear, just an instinctive discomfort from being surrounded by so many cameras.
While they were speaking, the inner door opened, and a man in a detention center uniform, accompanied by a guard, came in.
The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, tall and handsome. His good looks were different from Baron Lawrence's; if Baron Lawrence was as dazzling as the sun, this man was like the moon, cold and sinister.
"Oscar?" Enna Clark blurted out.
Was he bringing her to see Oscar?
