However, he waited for quite a while without receiving a response.
"Enna Clark!" Baron Lawrence banged fiercely on the elevator ceiling, the unease in his heart expanding infinitely. His leg had been scraped earlier from the collision, blood staining through his pants, visibly red in a circle. But it was as if he didn't feel the pain, pounding loudly on the elevator top, growling, "Enna Clark, say something! Shi-t! Don't scare me!"
If she didn't speak soon, he would go crazy!
Worried to the point of madness!
Scared out of his mind!
Baron Lawrence's eyes were bloodshot, resembling Lucifer emerging from hell, handsome yet giving off a bloodthirsty aura.
Before he could lose his mind, there was finally a small response from the elevator; the person inside made slight bumping sounds, as if responding to him.
Soon after, a faint voice came out, "Baron Lawrence, my stomach hurts..."
Very soft.
But he heard it.
