Five minutes later.
The car arrived.
Baron Lawrence got into the car first, followed closely by Miranda Lewis.
Miranda was eager to converse with him, eager to make an impression.
But the man next to her exuded an aura of forbidding distance, making her too timid to get close. All she could do was watch them share the same car, while the handsome man remained oblivious to her, his gaze fixed on his laptop.
What to do? Such a good opportunity cannot be allowed to slip away!
Miranda fidgeted restlessly, unwilling to let such a chance go by. Summoning her courage, she leaned closer to the aloof man and sweetly said, "President Lawrence, we..."
"Shut up!" Cold and heartless!
Interrupted, the man's gaze turned similarly cold, his handsome face as though enveloped by Siberian frost, not just intimidating but ominous.
