Baron Lawrence felt an unprecedented irritation in his chest, his brows furrowed so tightly they almost knotted, and he pounded the table in frustration, "Damn it!"
"Lord, your hand." Scott Harris quickly stopped him, worried for him, "Lord, you should explain to the Young Madam."
"Actually, just explaining it to the Young Madam would resolve everything. The Young Madam actually has known about Ms. Lewis's existence for a long time now, as long as you..."
Before he could finish, his wrist was gripped tightly by the man, "What did you say?"
Scott Harris realized too late that he had let something slip, but since it was already spoken, he decided not to conceal it anymore, nor did he wish to, "Last time when you were getting your wound dressed at the hospital, the Young Madam asked me in the corridor about you and Ms. Lewis. The Young Madam said she was also present at that afternoon's charity gala. Then Ms. Lewis came to her, and told the Young Madam..."
