Enna Clark was just about to agree when suddenly, with a loud bang, the door was kicked open, and a man ablaze with anger strode into the room, standing tall and elegant. His long legs shone even brighter than those of male models on the Runway!
The Housekeeper was startled. Upon seeing the newcomer, he exclaimed in astonishment, "Young Master, you...?"
Old Master Lawrence's face, which had finally begun to soothe, instantly darkened again, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at the intruder. "Who gave you permission to enter? Is there no decorum left!"
"I'm leaving right now!" Baron Lawrence said with a face ashen with anger, tossing out the words before striding quickly over to Enna Clark, seizing her wrist in his grasp, "Let's go!"
Enna staggered from his pull, hurriedly holding onto him, "Baron Lawrence, you've misunderstood..."
Before she could finish, a low growl interrupted her, "Shut up and come with me!"