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With that, he hung up.

Enna Clark watched as he hung up, and as his phone rang again almost immediately. Unable to help herself, she asked, “Baron Lawrence, your phone is ringing, aren’t you going to answer it?”

He glared at her with an unhappy expression. “You know who’s calling, and you want me to answer?”

Why did he sound somewhat angry?

“Who’s calling?”

Baron Lawrence impatiently spat out a name, “Emilia Goldsmith.”

A tall and beautiful woman surfaced in Enna’s mind. Wasn’t Emilia Goldsmith the most suitable wife candidate chosen by his grandfather for him?

The phone continued to ring incessantly, agitating Baron Lawrence. He was about to switch off his phone.

Still, Enna suggested, “Why don’t you answer it? You two are in a cooperative relationship after all. What if Ms. Goldsmith has something important, and you miss it…”

Damn, he had already informed her that the call was from Emilia Goldsmith, yet she still urged him to answer it!

Was she that confident that she wouldn’t be afraid of him being seduced by another woman? Did she not have a sense of crisis anymore!

Baron Lawrence frowned, his expression akin to disappointment in her lack of wariness!

However… Enna being so confident might also mean that she trusted him.

It didn’t matter to Baron Lawrence whether others believed in him or not. However, when he thought about Enna believing in him, his mood involuntarily brightened.

He glanced at Enna and picked up his phone reluctantly, as if to give her face. He put it to his ear and said, “You have ten seconds, speak quickly!”

What an attitude!

Even Enna was speechless on the side.

Just as she was about to return to her room to fetch a coat for Bobby, she heard the man’s voice suddenly turning serious. “Where are you? I’ll be right there.”

Enna asked worriedly, “What happened?”

Baron Lawrence’s faced changed, his thin lips pressed into a line. He glanced at her, “Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.” Enna reached out to grab his arm. With his expression, she really couldn’t believe that it was nothing. “What happened?”

Baron Lawrence’s eyes locked onto her face, from her clear eyes to her delicate lips, and then down to her still-flat belly. His heartstrings trembled, but he had no idea how to tell her what Emilia Goldsmith had said on the phone. He swallowed, his voice hoarse, “Emilia Goldsmith knows about your pregnancy.”

“Oh?” And what of it if Emilia Goldsmith knew about her pregnancy?

What did he mean? Was Goldsmith not allowed to know about her pregnancy? Or did Goldsmith use her pregnancy as a bargaining chip to demand something from him?

Baron Lawrence’s gaze slipped over her bewildered, pretty face. His heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand, constricting and constricting!

Anyway, he needed to go and clarify what that sentence meant!

That woman, Emilia, had better pray that she wasn’t bluffing, or else… his eagle-like eyes flashed with a touch of bloodthirstiness!

He pulled his hand free from Enna’s grasp, picked up the car keys on the table, and hurriedly said, “Enna, I need to go out. No need to pick up Tobias; I’ll have someone bring him back.”

“Baron…” He still hadn’t explained what it meant that Emilia Goldsmith knew about her pregnancy.

However, Baron Lawrence didn’t seem to hear her. He opened the door and strode out.

Click.

The entrance hall door slammed shut with a bang—