The car was almost at the Lawrence Headquarters.
The phone in Enna Clark's hand suddenly rang.
She initially thought it was Baron Lawrence calling after seeing her message. Unexpectedly, it was Lyle Westbrook's long-unseen number calling.
She hesitated for a moment and picked up the call, "Hello?"
The person on the other end sounded anxious, "Ms. Clark? Hello. I found your number in Young Master Lyle's phone. I am Young Master Lyle's bodyguard. Where are you now? Do you have time? If it's convenient, could you please come and see Young Master Lyle?"
Enna Clark sat up straight, furrowing her brow, "What happened to Lyle Westbrook?"
"Young Master Lyle is not well, Ms. Clark. We had no choice but to call you. Please come and see Young Master Lyle." The bodyguard's tone was genuinely anxious, even using the word "beg," "Ms. Clark, if you're worried, I can come to pick you up. Please, I beg you to spare a little time, just a little."
