Compared to Enna Clark's obedient sweetness, Baron Lawrence was much colder. He glanced at Mr. Hanson and directly asked, "What is it?"
Mr. Hanson couldn't hide his embarrassment, but had no choice except to speak. "Baron, do you have time now? Would it be convenient…"
He hadn't even finished when the cold, noble man cut him off in a simple, brutal way. "Not convenient."
"Enna Clark, let's go." He took the hand of the little woman beside him who'd gone dumb with shock, and prepared to go upstairs.
Having been rejected without mercy, Mr. Hanson was left standing there, awkward whether he stayed or left. In the end he hurried over, thick-skinned enough to block their path. "Baron, I know it's very rude of me to come bothering you like this. But could you consider the fact that I've already got half a foot in the grave and help me this once? As the Chairman of the Hanson Family, I really shouldn't be standing here. But as an old man, as a Grandpa, I truly have no other way.
