Chapter 2361 - 2370: Enna Clark Locked the Door
Chapter 2361: Chapter 2370: Enna Clark Locked the Door
She refused to give up and dialed several more times. Every time the phone rang once, it turned into a cold female voice saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not reachable."
"How could it be..." Miranda Lewis’s phone slipped from her hand as she sank to the floor.
This situation, where calls don’t get through, only happens if one is added to someone else’s blacklist.
President Lawrence added her to the blacklist...
Miranda’s vision darkened, and this time tears truly fell, but unfortunately, no one was there to watch her performance...
*
At Birch Garden, Baron Lawrence hurriedly rushed back.
As soon as he entered, he immediately asked Scott Harris, "Where is Enna Clark?"
Scott quickly went up to him, "Lord, you’re back? The Young Madam is in her room. She went in at seven and hasn’t come out since."
Baron Lawrence pressed his thin lips into a straight line and walked directly towards the bedroom door.
Sure enough, the bedroom door was tightly shut, not moving at all.
He stood in front of the door, reached out his hand, and attempted to place it on the doorknob. Yet when he pressed it, the door wouldn’t open.
He frowned and tried again, this time using a bit more force.
’Click’, the door made a sound.
Still wouldn’t open!
Scott was right beside him and, seeing this scene, felt his head start to ache.
The Young Madam locked the door from inside?
Feeling the surrounding air growing colder, Scott quickly tried to mediate, "Lord, the Young Madam did say she was tired earlier. She might have fallen asleep. Why don’t we wait until she wakes up?"
After speaking, he cautiously glanced at the stern, domineering man, fearing he might break the door open directly.
Given the Young Madam’s previous reaction, if Lord remained so domineering, the Young Madam might really start a fight with him.
He added softly, "The Young Madam might come out any moment now..."
Considering Baron Lawrence’s previous temperament, if the door didn’t open, he would have kicked it down and barged in. But now, he clenched his hand at his side into a tight fist. Silently staring at the closed door for a moment, just as Scott was extremely worried, he relaxed his fist and said in a deep voice, "Make me a cup of coffee."
With that, he turned and went back to the living room with his long strides.
Scott sighed in relief, wasting no time as he headed to the kitchen to brew coffee.
When he came out with the coffee, he saw the proud man sitting on the sofa in the living room, his handsome face showing signs of fatigue as he rested his eyes.
Scott suddenly remembered that Baron Lawrence had a persistent shoulder injury, and during this time, he hadn’t really rested, so the wound had only scabbed over on the surface but hadn’t truly healed.
Automatically lightening his steps, Scott bent down to place the coffee on the coffee table, "Lord, your coffee."
Baron Lawrence rubbed his aching temples, his face slightly pale as he instructed, "Bring me my stomach medicine."
"Lord, is your stomach acting up?" Scott’s heart skipped a beat, immediately looking at him with concern, "Should I call the family doctor to check on you?"
His stomach indeed was spasming uncontrollably right now. However, Baron Lawrence paid it no mind, having long grown accustomed to this pain, "No need, just bring me the stomach medicine."
Though worried, Scott didn’t dare disobey his orders. Hastily finding the medicine bottle, he handed it to him, "Lord."
Baron Lawrence took it, poured out three pills, and swallowed them down with coffee.