Chapter 1115: Running into Someone who Knows Enna Clark
Enna Clark had no choice but to insist on finishing her sentence, "How's your injury feeling?"
She noticed that Lyle Westbrook looked a bit pale, even his lips seemed devoid of color.
Hearing her concern, the man with the angelic appearance curved his lips into a smile that made others pale in comparison, "I'm fine, no need to worry."
Baron Lawrence clenched Enna Clark's palm harshly, his hawk-like eyes narrowing to sharp pinpoints!
Worry?
Did Enna Clark say she was worried?
From beginning to end, Enna Clark only asked about his physical condition, which ear of his heard worry in it?
His thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, flames swirling within his obsidian-like eyes. He pulled Enna Clark's hand, subtly shielding her behind him, and stepped forward with a fake smile, "It's good that you're fine. We have other matters to attend to, we'll take our leave first."