The man who got out of the car was wearing a tailored cvcud jearey suit, which perfectly accentuated his elite aristocratic aura. His straight, slender legs clad in suit pants could rival those of a male model!
"...Baron Lawrence?" Enna Clark was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked him up and down. The distinguished man was impeccably perfect, not a single hair out of place, nothing like someone who had been in an accident.
Her face was still pale, and she asked a bit weakly, "You...weren't you in a car accident?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the proud man furrowed his brows, glanced at her with his eagle-like eyes, and arrogantly asked, "Who told you I was in a car accident?" He hadn't said so!
