"Then wait a moment, I'll help you dry your hair after I finish my call with Olivia."
Baron Lawrence still held onto her wrist, not letting go, showing an attitude of domineering possessiveness.
Enna Clark felt a bit helpless. She was about to tell Olivia Lewis they'd meet tomorrow, but Olivia, who overheard their conversation through the earphones, reacted even faster than she did. Like a mouse seeing a cat, Olivia quickly said on the phone, "Enna, is President Lawrence out? You guys go ahead, I don't mind. I'll call you tomorrow or we can chat when we meet. Alright, I won't disturb you two. Bye-bye. And, by the way, say hi to President Lawrence for me."
"Hey..."
"Beep beep beep..."
Olivia hung up quickly.
Enna Clark had barely finished saying "hey" before Olivia decisively hung up.
Enna Clark looked at the disconnected call with frustration, not understanding why Olivia was so afraid of Baron Lawrence.
Actually, when Baron was around Olivia, he wasn't that scary.
