Enna Clark folded her hands on the table and confidently looked at Enna Clark. She curled up her red lips, appearing gentle but actually aggressive, "So, Ms. Clark, have you made your decision?"
"Do you want to selfishly cause Baron Lawrence to go bankrupt, or do you want to help him succeed?"
"Is that all, Ms. Lawrence?" Enna Clark remained very calm, not at all panicked by Skye Lawrence's words. She looked straight into Skye Lawrence's eyes and said peacefully, "Now that you're done, it's my turn to speak. I have a question to ask."
"What question?" Skye Lawrence waited for her to continue.
Enna Clark enunciated each word, "You're asking me to leave Baron Lawrence—is it for his sake, or for your own?"
Skye Lawrence furrowed her brows, a flash of displeasure in her beautiful eyes, and challenged, "What do you mean by that?"
