Baron Lawrence shot her a cold glance and said, "It doesn't matter if she's the Habsden heiress. What matters is that she's Mrs. Lawrence!"
"You made my woman shine your shoes, it seems you don't want that foot anymore!"
Lena shook all over, nervously mumbling in explanation, "I didn't know... I didn't know she was..."
She didn't know this inconspicuous little staff member was Enna Clark. If she had known, she wouldn't have had enough time to flatter her, so how could she make Enna Clark shine her shoes? She's not crazy.
"Do you know now?"
"I know now. President Lawrence, I can apologize." Lena, as if grasping a lifeline, no longer cared if Olivia Lewis would see her embarrassing side, hurriedly bent over and bowed to Enna Clark, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawrence, I didn't know you were..."
"You..."
Enna Clark had just opened her mouth to say one word when her wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the man's embrace, abruptly met with an angry gaze as if disappointed with her.
