Enna Clark sighed with relief, her entire demeanor relaxing.
Just as she had relaxed, her palm was pinched, and the man who had just been masterminding everything on stage was now glaring at her, his face filled with displeasure, "Enna Clark, are you very nervous?"
Her nervousness meant she didn't believe in him, didn't trust his abilities!
It wasn't Enna's first day knowing him; when his thin lips pressed together, she knew exactly what he was thinking in his unique logic.
Her smile still on her lips, she squeezed his hand with force, saying helplessly, "With so many microphones pointed at me, it would be abnormal not to be nervous."
Baron Lawrence didn't like being targeted by the cameras either, but now that he knew Enna's nervousness wasn't a reflection of her lack of faith in his abilities, his mood improved considerably. Domineeringly holding Enna's hand, he headed toward the direction of the restroom, "Your hand is sweating so much, it's filthy!"
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