His gaze drifted downward and he quickly spotted the bloodstains on Lyle Westbrook's thigh.
His thin lips suddenly pressed into a straight line, unexpectedly bending down to pick up the temporary wet towel draped over the unconscious man's head and tossed it aside, without saying a word, he hoisted the man onto his back.
Enna Clark had just walked in when she saw him already carrying Lyle Westbrook out and was momentarily stunned.
Baron Lawrence would actually carry Lyle Westbrook, and even took the initiative to do it himself!
Perhaps her surprise was too apparent on her face, Baron Lawrence was already in a bad mood and seeing her so obviously staring, his hawk-like eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Enna Clark, if you want to see him die here, just keep watching me! I don't care either way!"
Enna Clark immediately averted her gaze, "Mr. Har..." She hadn't finished speaking.