"What do you mean by that?" The faces of the two men darkened as they were rebuked.
"Get lost!" Enna Clark's face was frosty as she arched her back and stepped backward, her voice coldly commanding!
The two men, who were chastised to get lost, had their expressions sink simultaneously. The boss narrowed his eyes, struggling to maintain his façade. "You damn bitch, what the hell are you saying? Say it again if you dare!"
"I told you to get lost!" Enna Clark's clear eyes were stern, without a hint of hesitation!
Spending a lot of time with someone, one involuntarily picks up their mannerisms and speech patterns. Enna Clark hadn't noticed it before, but now as she erupted, her commanding presence was eerily similar to Baron Lawrence when he was angry, stern and fierce with a powerful aura, which surprisingly caused the two men advancing on her to hesitate.