Chapter 1500: Chapter 1500: First Young Lady, Someone Has Blocked Our Car

Until Enna Clark fainted from exhaustion, he had not finished.

Sweat slid down his forehead incessantly, dampening the bed sheets. Finally, he picked up the unconscious young woman and carried her to the bathroom.

After a quick wash, Baron Lawrence placed the exhausted young woman who could barely open her eyes on the large bed, draped in a bathrobe, and carefully tucked her in. Standing by the bed and silently watching for over ten minutes, he withdrew his gaze and turned towards the balcony.

Unprecedentedly, he took a cigarette from the cabinet and lit it. The unique scent of Marlboro mingled with the smoke between his fingers.

Baron Lawrence finished an entire cigarette, his eyes gradually darkening, a flash of ferocity sweeping through the depths of his gaze!

He strode back into the room, picked up the cellphone he had casually tossed onto the bed earlier, and dialed Scott Harris’s number, “Help me check…

*

Half an hour later.

On the way back to the City Center from the Aldridge Clubhouse, Skye Lawrence massaged her temple, irked as she recalled the strongly insistent manner in which Nicholas Lawrence had mentioned the weekend meeting between their parents at the earlier dinner.

At that moment, suddenly, the car came to an emergency stop, and her body lurched forward. Her forehead bumped against the sofa in front of her, unexpectedly.

She pursed her lips tightly, her beautiful eyes sunk in anger as she scolded, “What’s going on?”

The still shaken driver looked ahead and stammered, “First Young Lady. A car suddenly emerged and stopped right in front of us.”

It wasn’t just a sudden emergence; it was headed straight for their vehicle!

If it hadn’t been for their simultaneous emergency braking, they would have collided!

But since the other party’s braking resulted in a fishtail, with the car body coming to a sideways halt in front of theirs, he was unclear about what exactly had happened.

“A car stopped in front of us?” Skye Lawrence was much calmer than the driver. She stood up, looked forward, and sure enough saw a car sideways in front of theirs, its tires still emitting smoke, indicating the high speed it had been traveling at before.

She frowned, a flash of confusion crossing her beautiful eyes. Unlike a typical girl who would be nervous and scared in such situations, she calmly opened the car door and stepped out.

“Who’s blocking the car? What’s the matter?”

No sooner had Skye Lawrence spoken.

A harsh light suddenly shone on her, the intense car headlights forcing Skye Lawrence to shield her eyes with her hand, the glare painfully bright.

At that moment.

A click was heard as the other car’s door was opened.

Under the glare of the powerful headlights, a person got out. Amidst the intense high beam light, she could only vaguely make out the person’s tall figure as he exited the vehicle.

She blurted out, “Baron?”

The man in black, who coolly got out of the car, if not Baron Lawrence then who?

Beside him stood more than a dozen bodyguards in black, encircling Skye Lawrence and the car.

Scott Harris quietly followed behind Baron Lawrence, without uttering a word.

From the initial pain in her eyes until gradually getting used to the glare of the headlights, Skye Lawrence saw the situation clearly, her handsome face wearing a look of fury. She lowered her hand, her gaze fixed on the grim-faced man, unable to contain her anger, “Baron, what do you think you’re doing now? Surrounding me with so many people, are you trying to teach me a lesson?”

She had meant it as a rhetorical question.

Never did she expect the stoic man to actually respond, “Yeah.”

Yeah?

Skye Lawrence was taken aback.

What did he mean by yeah? Was he really going to lay a hand on her, stopping her in the middle of the night?