"I won't!" How domineering!
He was true to his word, not only refusing to let go of Enna Clark's hand but holding it even tighter, almost locking her entire body securely in his arms. He didn't care at all about the many people present in the studio, full of possessiveness!
"Baron Lawrence." Enna was both frustrated and helpless, glaring at him and reaching out to pry his hand off.
But his large hand gripped her like a vise, and she couldn't pry it open at all.
After trying for a while, she resigned to her fate and let him hold her left hand.
Just then.
The Director came over.
Smiling awkwardly and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he nodded and bowed to Baron Lawrence, saying, "Young Master Lawrence, what brings you here? I didn't see you earlier."
"So you want to tell me you're blind?" He gave the Director no face at all.
The Director's mouthful of polite words got stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, unsure of how to respond.
Enna felt embarrassed for him.
