Chapter 919: Mr. Lawrence Has Already Come to Pick You Up
Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Mr. Lawrence Has Already Come to Pick You Up
The other end of the phone was silent for a full half-minute before a voice came through suddenly, “I’ll wait for you to come back!”
Before Enna Clark could ask what he meant by waiting, the call had already ended with the beep of a disconnected line.
Baron Lawrence had hung up the phone.
Enna Clark frowned slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.
The man, who hadn’t spoken since getting into the car, suddenly asked, “Baron Lawrence’s call?”
“Yeah.” Enna Clark put away her phone, hooked the corner of her mouth, and said naturally, “He asked when I would return.”
A flicker passed through Lyle Westbrook’s eyes.
He too had heard the voice on the other end of the phone, but the tone of the speech didn’t seem very pleasant.
As domineering and assertive as ever!
His chest sank, he stopped speaking, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The Rolls-Royce cut through the night, heading towards the hospital.
When they reached the intersection outside the hospital, Enna Clark called out to him, “Mr. Howell, you can stop here; I can walk the rest of the way.”
She remembered Baron Lawrence’s reaction when he saw her walking with Wyndham Howell the last time, and she didn’t want to stir up unnecessary trouble.
“No need, Mr. Lawrence has come to pick you up.” Lyle Westbrook raised an eyebrow and looked ahead as he drove slowly forward; the car’s headlights illuminated the person in front, who was backlit and thus had an indistinct face, but the body shape was clear to see!
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, even just a silhouette in the light projected an imposing presence. Full of nobility!
Who else could it be if not Baron Lawrence?
Baron Lawrence said he would wait for her, and he truly had come out to wait for her. Not only had he come out, but he was also directly waiting at the hospital’s intersection, as if he had anticipated she would ask someone to stop at the intersection rather than drive up to the hospital’s entrance!
Lyle Westbrook’s gaze was firmly locked on the man in the headlights as he brought the car to a slow stop.
The car halted three meters away from a man who was motionless but emanated a strong and oppressive aura. He opened the door and was the first to get out.
From the second he exited the car, he felt an intense and fierce gaze upon him!
That gaze held a warning, as if it could pierce right through him!
Indeed, it was the frightening look of Lord Lawrence, a mere glance from whom could make one hold their breath.
Lyle Westbrook ignored the warning look on himself, smiled at Enna Clark still inside the car, and said in a gentle voice, “Enna, we’re here.”
Enna Clark suddenly felt a chill, but assured herself that she hadn’t done anything wrong, which helped her to steady herself, open the door, and get out of the car.
As soon as she got out, she heard the man opposite her saying in a voice so deep it could drip, “Enna Clark, come here!”
Come here!
Those two simple words, as if emerging from hell, carried a chilling frost.
Before her body could react, her mind was already tense, and just as she took a step, the impatient-looking man three meters away from her started to walk toward her. Reaching her side, he grabbed her wrist, forcefully pulled her over, and yanked her slightly behind him.
He appeared cool and calm, not as if he was angry, but Enna Clark could feel the moment he grabbed her, the instantaneous pressure on her wrist, which was so heavy it seemed out of control, and it made her frown in discomfort.
Lyle Westbrook noticed her momentary frown and his gaze fell on her slightly reddened wrist. His peach blossom eyes involuntarily narrowed.