Until Enna Clark fainted from exhaustion, he had not finished.
Sweat slid down his forehead incessantly, dampening the bed sheets. Finally, he picked up the unconscious young woman and carried her to the bathroom.
After a quick wash, Baron Lawrence placed the exhausted young woman who could barely open her eyes on the large bed, draped in a bathrobe, and carefully tucked her in. Standing by the bed and silently watching for over ten minutes, he withdrew his gaze and turned towards the balcony.
Unprecedentedly, he took a cigarette from the cabinet and lit it. The unique scent of Marlboro mingled with the smoke between his fingers.
Baron Lawrence finished an entire cigarette, his eyes gradually darkening, a flash of ferocity sweeping through the depths of his gaze!
He strode back into the room, picked up the cellphone he had casually tossed onto the bed earlier, and dialed Scott Harris's number, "Help me check...
*
Half an hour later.
