The elevator closed with a ding.
Baron Lawrence squinted, watching the elevator doors close, fury gathering in his chest, causing him to kick the trash can in front of him.
'Bang—'
The poor trash can hit the wall, and the contract he had crumpled like pickles rolled out, landing right beside his feet.
His eyes were full of rage; jealousy was almost driving him out of control.
Enna Clark was going to have dinner with Lyle Westbrook?
Ha, confessed one moment, and dating the next?
His heart felt like it was being torn apart, his temples throbbed sharply, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
Baron Lawrence clenched his fists, standing in place, his thin lips pressed tightly together, as the rusty taste of blood spread in his mouth...
"Damn it!"
He punched the wall.
A sharp pain spread from the back of his hand, slightly easing the suffocating pain in his heart, as he glanced at the contract he had crumpled into a mess.
