Enna Clark smiled gracefully, taking the initiative to tilt her head and empty the red wine in her glass in one go. Her slender neck contrasted with the wine glass, making her look extremely beautiful.
Baron Lawrence, however, felt an indescribable discomfort.
He drank all the red wine in his glass, then slammed it heavily on the table.
There was a loud 'bang'.
He pulled his chair back, enveloped in coldness, and abruptly stood up. "I have some things to attend to, I'll be leaving first."
President Lewis, who was on good terms with Baron Lawrence, frowned and said, "Uh, Young Master Lawrence, the dinner just started. How about you leave after eating?"
Wasn't Baron Lawrence also here to discuss business?
The dinner had only just begun; why was he leaving already?
Baron Lawrence's temples throbbed as he suppressed the torrent of emotions in his chest. He glanced around the private room, and when he saw Enna, his gaze paused only momentarily before quickly shifting away.