Enna Clark had no idea what was going through Edward Jackson's mind. She glanced anxiously at the watch on her wrist; the minute hand already pointed to 8:50. She furrowed her brows, her bright eyes flashing with a hint of impatience.
What is Baron Lawrence doing? Why isn't he here yet?
She couldn't wait any longer and took out her phone to send a text message.
Click—
At that moment, the conference room door opened.
Skye Lawrence and Baron Lawrence entered the room together.
All eyes immediately turned toward the entrance—
A hum of discussion rose and fell in waves.
"They're here."
"And they arrived together."
"They probably ran into each other at the door."
"I wonder who will win today? If there's a shift in power, the Lawrence Corporation will certainly change hands."
"Old Master Lawrence is still in the hospital. If there's a time for change, it has to be now, or it won't happen once he wakes up."
"True."
The various whispers filtered into Enna's ears.