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A large and a small figure were still sound asleep.

Suddenly.

The phone on the pillow vibrated, waking Enna Clark up. She had only fallen asleep at six in the morning and had only slept for just over two hours. Her head was still groggy, so she reached out and grabbed her phone. Glancing at the Caller ID, she became somewhat more awake.

Sister Tiffany?

At this time, it should be past three in the afternoon in their home country. Wasn’t Sister Tiffany at work? What was going on?

Enna looked back at the bed. Bobby was still sleeping with his butt wriggling, but Baron Lawrence was nowhere to be seen.

She took her phone, carefully got up from the bed, left the room, and gently closed the door behind her.

Just about to answer the call, the other side had already hung up due to a long waiting time.

As Enna was about to call Tiffany Clifford back, she had already received several messages from her. There were pictures and voice messages.

She clicked on the photo sent by Tiffany, and as she did so, her movement paused. All the news screenshots that Tiffany sent had a man in them—although only his back was visible—but she recognized him at a glance. It was—Baron Lawrence!

It seemed like the news was from half an hour ago.

Enna opened the voice message from Tiffany. It sounded like Tiffany was in the pantry, speaking in a low voice, “Enna, what’s up with you and the President? Did you have a fight? Why is the news all about the President picking up someone at the airport? Where are you? Are you in Yluria Country too?”

She had just finished listening to the voice message.

Tiffany’s call came in again. This time she picked up, putting the phone to her ear, “Hello. Sister Tiffany.”

“My goodness, you finally answered the call. I thought you were still asleep. I’ve come to the restroom, about to give you a wake-up call that would scare the life out of you.” Tiffany said anxiously, “What happened between you and the President? Everyone in the company is saying that you two are breaking up. That can’t be right, I’ve just started relying on your connection to thrive in the company for a few days. If you break up with the President, I will have to return to the days when I was oppressed by the fat-headed fish. You guys aren’t breaking up, right?”

“No.”

“Why is there news about the President picking up another woman at the airport then?” Tiffany sounded even more anxious than her.

Enna looked at the photo, and indeed, there was a woman beside Baron Lawrence. However, she didn’t think it was strange since it was just picking someone up at the airport—it happened to be a woman. She walked to the fridge, opened the door, and took out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap, “It’s probably just a photo of him picking up a friend or a business acquaintance.”

“I don’t think so. Have you read the news? The President is getting married, right?”

“I know.”

“You know the President is getting married?”

Enna didn’t know how to explain Emilia Goldsmith to her, but suddenly, she noticed half a bottle of red wine on the wine shelf in the corner of her eye. She stared at it, furrowing her brows.

Why was there half a bottle of wine here?

Did Baron Lawrence open it?

Did he drink in the morning?

Enna was somewhat angry. He knew well that his stomach wasn’t in good shape, so why did he do this? Was he still bothered about the work incident in the morning?

“Hello, Enna, are you listening to me?”

Enna was pulled back, “Yeah, I’m listening. Sister Tiffany, Baron Lawrence isn’t getting married. It’s hard to explain the situation over the phone. I’ll tell you when I get back to the country.”

“Alright, as long as you’re not breaking up.” Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “When are you coming back?”

When? Enna thought for a moment, “It should be soon, I guess.”