Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1597: Chapter 1596: How Could Baron Lawrence Hear That?

Skye Lawrence was cursed out viciously for the first time in her life. Her typically assertive face turned green, then red, then white as she spoke with irony, “Ms. Clark really has quite the mouth on her. It’s a waste of talent not going into the Legal Department.”

Enna Clark was just unable to hold back, wanting to help Baron Lawrence let off steam, but in truth, she didn’t want to speak to Skye Lawrence at all. She replied with a forced smile, “Thank you, I’ll consider which direction to move toward in the future.”

Skye Lawrence’s temples pulsed with frustration.

Enna Clark didn’t even glance at her, saying dismissively, “I have other things to do, so I won’t keep you company. Do as you please.”

Having said that, without caring what Skye Lawrence had come to her for, Enna skirted around Skye’s car and headed straight to her own.

Just as she was opening the car door, Skye’s voice came from behind, “Ms. Clark, you still have a chance to make a choice about the words I said to you at the café last time.”

Enna’s hands paused.

Last time, didn’t Skye Lawrence meet with her to say that if she broke up with Baron Lawrence voluntarily, then she would let the Lawrence Family off the hook?

Enna turned around, barely able to tolerate a look at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and said, “The first time I met you, I was truly impressed. At that time, I had never met such a dominant, queenly, and imposing woman. But back then, while you were assertive, you weren’t off-putting. Now, I genuinely think you’ve changed, and I don’t know what changed you, but becoming unlikeable is a fact!”

Her clear eyes locked onto Skye’s, not letting her respond, “Since you are Baron Lawrence’s sister, let me make myself clear to you once more. I will not break up with him, and I certainly won’t be the one to initiate the breakup. Because, I like Baron Lawrence.”

Yes, she liked Baron Lawrence.

She didn’t know when it began, but she had fallen for that domineering, obsessive man, and now her feelings were only growing stronger.

“It’s a pure fondness for him as a person!” It’s not about money! It’s not as if not leaving Baron Lawrence will cause him to die of some terminal illness. Why should she leave?

Enna didn’t think Skye Lawrence would understand her words, nor did she insist on a response from Skye.

After finishing her piece, she averted her gaze, opened the car door, and prepared to get in.

A commanding threat suddenly came from behind, “Aren’t you afraid that Baron really will go bankrupt?”

This time, Enna didn’t look back. She got into the car, closed the door, turned around, and drove off—

It wasn’t until her car had disappeared from view that the emotions on Skye’s beautiful face turned murky. She took a deep breath and slowly clenched her fist, echoing with the words Enna Clark said before she left.

She was doing all of this for Baron, something Enna wouldn’t understand.

Nobody knew, at that moment in the luxurious study at Birch Garden, the same voice was playing over and over again.

“I like Baron Lawrence!”

“It’s a pure fondness for him as a person!”

If not Enna’s, whose voice could that be?

And those words were precisely what she had said while facing off with Skye Lawrence.

Scott Harris, having been forced to listen dozens of times until his ears almost developed calluses, finally found silence settling in the study as the obviously elated man commanded, “Take that segment and technologically extract it, load it into my Bluetooth headset. I want to hear it at all times.”

“Yes, Lord.”