Baron Lawrence's sharp gaze landed on her, as if scraping to the bone. Miranda Lewis stiffened all over but had to force a wry smile, "President Lawrence, I won't say anything reckless..."
"If you do, you won't need your tongue anymore." Baron Lawrence swept her a glance, his cold and stern tone leaving no room for joking.
Miranda was so frightened her face turned pale, fearing Baron Lawrence might see through her. She quickly lowered her head, "I won't... I won't say anything... President Lawrence, please believe me."
Baron Lawrence squinted his hawk-like eyes, uninterested in watching her insincere act.
He concealed the impatience on his face, watching the woman in front of him trying her best to mimic Enna Clark's manner of speaking, feeling an increasing urge to throw her out.
But he couldn't.
Baron Lawrence became even more irritable.
To sum it up, it was still his mistake.
He shouldn't have allowed this woman so much freedom, and he shouldn't have wasted so much time.
