Enna Clark was forcibly dragged away by him.
All the way to the underground parking lot.
Scott Harris had been waiting below and opened the car door for the two of them, "Ms. Clark, Lord, please get in the car."
The grip on Enna Clark's wrist loosened, and she got in the car first.
The expressionless man followed closely behind and got in the car too.
The Lincoln smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot…
After driving for a while, the car was still filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Enna Clark couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to. Reluctantly, she conceded first and tried to start a conversation, "Baron Lawrence, you were joking earlier, right?"
The man in the crisp white shirt's eagle-like eyes suddenly darkened. He pressed her down onto the seat with his hand, his sharp features intense, and his pitch-black eyes seemed to be burning with two flames. Dominantly and obsessively, he said, "I wasn't joking! I will do exactly what I said!"
