"Who's Enna Clark, and what about the design?" Grace Wilton, well-maintained and looking not a day over thirty, with smooth and elastic skin, and a stylish aura, now seemed considerably less composed. Her eyes darted around, undermining her elegant demeanor.
It makes sense; if Grace Wilton weren't so striking, Baron Lawrence's dad wouldn't have been interested in her. Nor would she have borne a son who tops the global list of highly eligible bachelors year after year.
Grace Wilton steadied herself, seemingly convincing herself with Baron's questioning, appearing more self-assured, "I don't know whom you're looking for, but I really just came here to eat!"
"Give me the phone." Baron Lawrence extended his hand, stepping closer, "Show me your phone, and I'll believe it was just a 'coincidence' you came here to dine."
