Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1642: Chapter 1632: If You’re a Snail, Then I’m Definitely a Snail as Well

6 hours later.

Enna Clark groggily reached out her hand and realized the space next to her was empty, prompting her to open her eyes. The person next to her was gone.

She woke up instantly and sat up.

Only then did she notice that it was already dark outside.

She got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. Opening the door, she saw a man holding a video conference in the living room.

“I don’t want to hear excuses, I just want results! Three days, I’ll give you three days at most to show me results!”

“If the results aren’t what I want, pack your things and get out, all of you!”

“I hired you to solve problems for me, not to spend money for you to watch me solve your problems!”

“Anyone have any questions now?”

Such a blunt and forceful tone, it was really overbearing.

Enna Clark didn’t know what to say, so she silently lit a candle in her mind for those people on the other side.

Baron Lawrence had already noticed her by now. Frowning, he said to the dozen or so people on the other side, “This is your last chance. If you can’t do it, there are plenty of people outside ready to take your place!”

The welfare benefits of the Lawrence Family are the best in Country W, and they adopt a ruthless elimination system internally. Indeed, many people want to replace planners like them. He wasn’t threatening; he was calmly stating a fact.

If you can’t do the job, leave early!

It saves everyone’s time.

His hawk-like eyes scanned over the silent people, and he spoke indifferently, “Alright, that’s it! I don’t want to hear anyone calling me asking what to do! Understood?”

“Understood, President.” The people on the other end had been severely scolded. Now, they resembled quails, and even if they didn’t understand, they had to ‘understand’ it, or they would never need to ‘understand’ it again.

Anyway, the President’s meaning was clear, they had three days to solve it, or they would lose their jobs.

Three days…

It looks like they will be pulling all-nighters for the next three days.

After all, no one wants to lose their job.

Baron Lawrence shut off the communication device, took off his earpiece, and threw it on the table. Then, he stood up and walked toward Enna Clark, his previously domineering aura dissipating, “Awake?”

“Yeah.” Enna Clark glanced over there and looked up at him, “Did something happen at the company again?”

Baron Lawrence reached out and ruffled her hair, messing it up cheerfully before saying, “No. Just a small issue.”

It was just Kingston Howard getting kicked to Country T by him, leaving the Planning Department leaderless. Some bold ones dared to call him to make some small decisions.

Hmph, a bunch of useless people!

“Stop ruffling my hair, you’re messing it up…” Enna Clark shielded her head, moving a bit away. Frustrated, she found her hair was indeed messed up by him. She asked with a speechless expression, “Baron Lawrence, are you a dog?”

“A snail!”

Because she is just like a snail!

If she is the female snail, then he can just barely be her kind!

Enna Clark, “…”

Seeing her just-woke-up look, his previously irritable mood improved significantly. Even the hidden fire in his chest dissipated. Indeed, this woman was different for him!

Realizing this, a gleam appeared in his dark eyes.

He suddenly grabbed Enna’s hand and said, “Let’s go, accompany me for a walk.”

Scott Harris once mentioned, the first time they went out, he took Enna Clark for a stroll in the Pacifica Night Market.

Maybe if he walks with her again, he might remember something!