Baron Lawrence's face alternated between livid and dark, his arm resting on the conference table, muscles bulging.
Many sharp-eyed people noticed the scar on the back of his left hand.
The skin had already scabbed over, but it was clear how severe the injury once was. This kind of wound obviously comes from hitting a heavy object, making the rumor of the President arguing with his girlfriend seem true.
Assistant Terrence watched him suddenly stand up, then suddenly stop. Tensing his scalp, he stood there and quietly asked, "President Lawrence, Ms. Clark's situation should be... handled how?"
"..." Baron Lawrence pressed the desk harder, his thin lips pursing into a straight line!
Anyone could see the hostility surrounding him.
Enna Clark wants to resign?
She's resigning?
She's that impatient to cut ties with him? They just broke up, and then she returned home and resigned.
She even ran here without resting after getting off the plane.
