Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1339: Even If She’s a Scheming Gold Digger, She Must Be Protected Chapter 1339: Chapter 1339: Even If She’s a Scheming Gold Digger, She Must Be Protected Hearing that woman’s nagging questioning, she couldn’t help but speak out again.

Shit!

Isn’t she supposed to be tough?

Isn’t she the one who has the audacity to scheme against even him?

Why does she let others bully her when faced with confrontation?

Why doesn’t she just reveal her identity to those people and incidentally tell the woman strutting around in front of her that she was planted by the Old Man?

Every time Baron Lawrence thought about the deception he had suffered these past days, his chest tightened repeatedly and his heart felt as if it were being crushed on the road over and over, becoming more uncomfortable with each passing moment!

His gaze at Enna Clark was fierce, as if he wanted to devour her, and from his thin, cold lips he squeezed out two words, “President Lawrence?”

“…” Enna Clark didn’t know why he was repeating that.

The next second.

She was stunned.

The domineering and assertive man seemed to have been provoked, suddenly lifting her chin, hooking his hand around the back of her head and swiftly lowering his, sealing her lips with his!

The cool touch suddenly pressed on her own lips, Enna Clark’s eyes widened in shock, and she struggled briefly.

The moment she moved, the corner of her mouth was punished with a bite. Without wasting words, he forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, deepening the kiss.

His kiss tasted of raging fire, as domineering as if he intended to drown her in it.

This wasn’t the first time Enna Clark had kissed Baron Lawrence, and she keenly sensed his mood, giving up any thoughts of struggle.

Was Baron Lawrence angry?

What was he angry about?

Just as Enna Clark’s mind wandered for an instant, the fire in the eyes of the man, which already seemed ablaze, grew even fiercer.

Beyond that, there was an added sense of ominous oppression filling the air.

He suddenly stopped kissing her midway and raised his head, releasing Enna Clark. He turned away as if suppressing something, his gaze then fixing on the shocked and petrified Luna, “You don’t need to come to work tomorrow.”

With those simple nine words, he announced Luna’s fate.

Luna went beyond pale—her legs gave out, and she was completely dumbfounded.

Baron Lawrence didn’t care about her reaction; he grabbed Enna Clark’s wrist and started walking her out, “Come with me!”

Yanked forward, Enna Clark staggered and had to hurry to keep up with his pace.

All the way, the austere man didn’t say a word.

Enna Clark sneaked glances at him in the elevator, but he was indifferent, his face as sharp as a cleaver, his eagle eyes dark and haughty, not even sparing Enna a single sidelong glance.

“Ding—” the elevator doors opened.

He grasped Enna Clark’s wrist once more, not uttering a word, and forcefully led her towards the President’s office.

Everyone in the President’s office had seen him suddenly leave his office earlier, unaware of where he had gone.

Now, seeing him return with a woman in tow, they all cast speculative glances their way.

However, while they gawked covertly, no one dared to whisper a word.

The onlookers continued to watch until the President’s office door closed, and the two figures disappeared inside.

Only then did they look away and began murmuring quietly to those next to them.

“What’s going on?”

“Who is the person the President is with?”

“I have no idea.”

“She’s probably not from our company. So is that why the President suddenly went out earlier, to pick someone up?”

No matter how much gossip swirled outside, the atmosphere inside the President’s office was entirely different—