Baron Lawrence originally planned to ignore her!

Since last night, that’s what he intended!

At first, he even planned to fly straight back to Country W, but he was already at the airport, with the plane ready. He spent the night on the plane, then returned.

After he came back, this woman wasn’t even home.

He had decided to have a cold war with her to the end.

But why does she keep approaching him relentlessly? Is she blind or can’t she see that he doesn’t want to deal with her?!

Baron Lawrence gripped his phone tightly in frustration, the veins on the back of his strong hand stood out, indicating the extent of his patience.

Enna Clark acted as if she didn’t know, turning around to pick up her mug, and walked towards the water dispenser.

She filled it with plain water, held it in her hands, and came back, saying, "It was quite cold last night. The last time I came to Pacifica to play, I didn’t notice such a big temperature difference between day and night here. When the sea breeze blows at night, it feels almost as cold as autumn in Linton City."

"However, there are quite a few places to visit at night here. There are beaches and places where they sing folk songs, and there are local culture performances in the squares. Have you seen them..."

"Oh, right, they also have this trend of throwing flowers at dates here. It’s the first time I’ve seen something like this. The performers throw flowers, first towards the girls, then towards the boys. The roses have numbers tied to them. A guy and a girl with matching numbers can use the roses to get two free drinks. If they don’t fancy each other, they can’t use the roses to get free drinks. Next time we go, we might get a free drink."

Everything she said was what she saw while looking for him last night. She recounted it calmly, and combined with her voice, it gave a strangely comforting feeling.

Baron Lawrence keenly sensed that his willpower was being gradually eroded by her soft voice, at this rate, his entire bottom line would soon collapse!

His gaze flickered, and suddenly the phone in his hand became detestable. He abruptly stood up, threw the phone onto the sofa, and interrupted Enna Clark’s words.

His temper flared up quickly, like a tornado.

If it were anyone else, they probably would have lowered their head and apologized under such a low pressure by now.

But Enna Clark simply blinked, paused her chatter, showing no signs of fear. Then her gaze fell on the back of his left hand...

Last night, Baron Lawrence had punched the wall with extreme force; she even heard the sound of the fist slicing through the air.

When she closed her eyes, she could even feel the wall tremble when he struck it.

This showed how hard he had hit!

As a result of hitting so hard, the wound on the back of his hand looked shocking.

Compared to the mess of flesh and blood on his knuckles last night, it looked even more terrifying this morning. The wound had already scabbed over, but it clearly hadn’t been treated, as the dark red blood had solidified on the back of his hand, visibly painful.

Where did he go last night?

Didn’t anyone see his hand was injured? Why didn’t anyone help him treat the wound?

What Enna didn’t know was that when Baron Lawrence boarded the plane last night, the cabin crew had noticed the injury on his left hand.

The most beautiful flight attendant even specifically took the medicine box over, intending to help him treat the wound gently.

In the end, in a blink of an eye, she was dismissed.

The others, who were eager to seize the opportunity to make their move, were so scared they didn’t dare to approach, let alone offer to help treat the wound.