Chapter 1771: Chapter 1761: Ms. Clark ordered the meal for you
Assistant Terrence was originally looking relaxed, with a smile in his eyes, before he came in.
When he approached and saw the Bluetooth earphones tragically destroyed and the situation with the manâs palm injury, he instantly withdrew his relaxed expression and held his breath.
President Lawrence actually crushed those beloved Bluetooth earphones...
His heart trembled.
For the first time, he realized that all the tales heâd heard about this man were true.
It is said that the reason the presidentâs temper is volatile and particularly easy to irritate is because of certain flaws in his character.
Although paranoia is not a sickness, when it flares up, it can easily evolve into mania, then turn into depression.
And each year globally, countless people choose to commit suicide because of depression.
The president hasnât reached that point, but it feels like in these few days of arguing with Ms. Clark, the presidentâs paranoia is fast developing into mania.
He worried within, but dared not show it on his face. After sneaking a glance, he didnât even dare to say that he saw it.
Baron Lawrence saw someone come in and indifferently pulled out the fragments of the Bluetooth earset embedded in his palm. He took a piece of tissue, wiping the bleeding spot.
The tissue was stained pink in moments.
He cast a cold glance at the man who barged in without his command, seemingly indifferent as he tossed the blood-stained tissue into the trash bin, his profile stern as he spoke without looking up, "Get out!"
He didnât even ask, just directly commanded them to get out.
There was even an uncontrollable anger in his tone.
It was clear how bad his mood was at the moment.
Assistant Terrence felt his scalp tingle, facing mountain-like pressure as he bravely spoke up, "President Lawrence, itâs already one in the afternoon..."
"I told you to get out, you donât understand human speech?!"
He wonât eat, doesnât want to eat!
No interest in eating!
Assistant Terrence was scared into a little jump of his brow, almost fleeing in panic. But remembering the purpose of his visit, he still faced the manâs murderous, fierce gaze, swallowed down his words and spoke the rest, "Ms. Clark helped the president order takeout, President Lawrence, would you like to eat a bit?"
Baron Lawrence originally wanted to twist off his noisy tongue. At the height of his agitation, he sensitively heard the familiar name. His brows instinctively furrowed, black eyes fixed on him, fists clenched, wanting to ask more yet as if fearing disappointment, only after a while did he squeeze out three words through his gritted teeth, "Who did you say?"
"...Ms. Clark." The assistant, under his devouring gaze, felt his back, which had finally dried, be drenched in sweat again. He dared not meet Baron Lawrenceâs gaze, lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Earlier, in the elevator, I âaccidentallyâ mentioned to Ms. Clark about your stomach discomfort this morning. Unexpectedly, just now the Michelin chef came over, saying Ms. Clark ordered food for you. I thought itâs already one in the afternoon, you havenât eaten, so I took the liberty to bring the chef here..."
Enna Clark ordered food for him?
Baron Lawrenceâs deep eyes turned dark, his expression becoming bitter and conflicted.
Wasnât she the one who didnât even want to see him?
Why order food for him?
Theyâve broken up, whether he lives or dies it has nothing to do with her, does it?
Though countless thoughts surged in his mind at that moment, the almost dead heart surprisingly didnât hurt as much, and the blood blocked in his chest began to flow normally again.
Not wanting others to notice the change in his emotions, he kept a straight face, coldly and impassively said, "Leave it there."
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