Enna Clark's beautiful and heroic face turned shades of green, white, then red as she clenched her fists, barely managing to restrain herself from losing composure.
Turning around, she offered an apologetic look toward the man and the beautiful young girl opposite her, "I'm sorry, it looks like the company has some important matters, and he can't step away for the moment. Let's not bother with him anymore."
Although the man's face wasn't looking too good, he still managed to force a gentlemanly and dignified smile, "No problem, we can have dinner together some other time."
The mixed-race beauty beside him obviously couldn't control her expression as well; she looked deeply humiliated, her eyes reddening, head bowed, and silent.
Seeing her like this, a flicker of embarrassment passed over Enna's face, and all she could do was try her best to smooth things over...
...
However, whatever embarrassment there was upstairs had nothing to do with Baron Lawrence.