Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 538: Chapter 538: No Girl Has Been Born in the Lawrence Family for a Hundred Years

The red Bugatti sped down the road for over 30 yards, and with a gust of wind, it swerved to a halt, producing a shrill screeching sound as it stopped in front of Golden Manor.

The security guard at the entrance saw Baron Lawrence with a dark, menacing aura, quickly getting out of the car and walking inside. Startled, the guard hurried to stop him, “Young Master Lawrence—”

“Move!” Baron Lawrence’s face displayed no emotion.

“Young Master, you can’t barge in like that, the First Young Lady is still in…” the security guard stammered in panic.

Before he could finish, Baron Lawrence had already thrown a punch.

With a thud, the burly security guard crumpled to the ground.

With no expression on his face, Baron Lawrence stormed inside, leaving the other security guards scattered on the ground one by one. He charged towards the innermost area, violently kicking open the bedroom door.

No one was in the luxurious palace-style bedroom, only the constant sound of splashing water could be heard.

He entered the room with a stern face, sitting on the sofa and demanded, “One minute—if you don’t come out in one minute, I won’t mind dragging you out!”

Dominant, aggressive to the extreme!

The splashing water inside the bedroom stopped abruptly, followed by rustling sounds of clothing, and then a click—the bathroom door swung open. A gorgeous 1.7-meter-tall beautiful woman wearing a bathrobe leisurely walked out. Wasn’t it Emilia Goldsmith?

Emilia Goldsmith had always been a stunningly beautiful woman with an exceptional figure and an air of nobility from her privileged upbringing. At this moment, her slightly curled long hair stuck wetly to her slender neck, and the V-neck bathrobe added a touch of seductiveness. The slender legs underneath the bathrobe were in full view. Such a beauty would undoubtedly stir any man’s heart.

But Baron Lawrence genuinely remained unaffected.

If it were Enna Clark dressed like this, he would have carried her to bed and ensconce her there!

But other women… even if they were stark naked, held no appeal to him.

It wasn’t just a lack of physical interest, but also mental disinterest!

He indifferently scanned Emilia, seemingly unfazed by the enticing scene of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath. His jaw tightened as he asked, “What did you mean on the phone when you said there’s a reason why the Lawrence Family has never had any baby girls?”

Earlier, this woman had called him. The first phone call informed him she knew Enna was pregnant and asked him to come to talk. The second call questioned whether he knew why, throughout the Lawrence Corporation’s history, no women were ever born.

He had told Enna about the first phone call but withheld the second one. He wouldn’t say anything until he figured things out.

Emilia Goldsmith resentfully rolled her eyes at him, pulled out a leather bag from the desk, and tossed it to him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t know, so I wanted to remind you out of kindness. Do you have to treat me like I’m a wicked villain, always guarding against me? It’s not like I’m going to eat your girlfriend alive. Or is it that your girlfriend is so fragile, even a simple gust of wind would break her back?”

She had inadvertently discovered some intriguing information and had only wanted to inform him upon hearing that his girlfriend was pregnant.

Yet he had treated her like a virus, not even answering her phone calls.

For all this time, it seemed like she hadn’t done anything to sabotage their relationship. Why was he guarding against her like a hawk? Was it his girlfriend who was guarding her?

At first, Baron Lawrence paid no heed to Emilia Goldsmith’s words. However, when she mentioned Enna being fragile, he suddenly looked up, his falcon-like eyes brimming with darkness, as bottomless as a deep well, “It’s because I can’t bear it.”