Chapter 539: Chapter 539: Don’t tell anyone, or else……

Enna Clark is not fragile, not fragile at all, she just appears more tender, but her spirit is stronger than anyone else’s. If she wasn’t strong, she wouldn’t have grown up in such a distorted family while still maintaining a kind heart. Nor would she have been able to quickly adjust her mindset when faced with the mess caused by Jasmine Clark, Juliet Jordan, and Jacob Clark.

She did not blame others or society, instead choosing to live a positive life.

It is he who can’t bear to, he who is scared!

He has already set his heart on this one woman in his life. He loves her so much that he wishes he could keep her close to his heart, hidden deep within his bones. He wishes he could imprison her, isolating her from everyone else in her life so that her world only consists of him, so she only has eyes for him!

So the one who is fragile is him, he who fears that a gust of wind would hurt Enna’s waist!

But he doesn’t need to explain this to an unimportant woman. He just can’t stand it when someone speaks ill of Enna, even if it’s just a slightly negative joke!

A thread of ruthlessness flashed in Baron Lawrence’s eyes. His gaze, like a knife, scraped across her face. Then he pressed his lips tightly together, lowered his head, and tore open the envelope.

He took out all the materials inside and started flipping through them page by page…

Emilia Goldsmith was stunned by his gaze, which left her speechless with a strange sense of awe that seemed to speed up her heartbeat by a second. She stared blankly at the man on the couch flipping through the materials. His flawless appearance, impeccable family background, and impeccable capabilities — she’d witnessed all of them in a meeting before. She was suddenly curious, why was such a man so devoted to a girl as ordinary as Enna Clark?

She really couldn’t understand.

Isn’t love just a burst of freshness? Once that’s gone, it becomes boring.

With Baron Lawrence’s qualifications, any type of woman should be available to him. There should be an endless stream of different women appearing by his side. Has there really been no woman who has given him a sense of novelty all this time?

Baron Lawrence didn’t care whether Emilia was curious or not. He didn’t care what she thought about his reluctance. His entire focus was on the documents in his hand. The more he read, the gloomier his face became, the colder his aura… Finally, when he finished the last page, he crumpled the documents into a ball and threw them onto the desk with a bang, suddenly standing up! His face was grim and his gaze on Emilia was bloodthirsty. “Where did you get these from?” He asked.

Emilia Goldsmith snapped out of her trance and shrugged her shoulders. “My mom gave them to me. You know, big families always investigate each other. These are the information she obtained. She thought we were going to end up together, that’s why she faxed me this information.”

“…” So all this information is true!

Baron Lawrence believed the woman in front of him was not lying. His chest rose and fell violently, his nerves jumping wildly. He braced his hands on the desk, his bloodshot eyes staring at Emilia, as though he wanted to bore a hole in her with his gaze.

He was desperate to hear her say that these materials were part of a prank she had orchestrated!

But Emilia did not do as he wished and share that it was all a joke.

His temples throbbed violently as he struggled to control his emotions. He managed to squeeze out a sentence, “Don’t tell anyone, or else, I will make your life a living hell!” No one can find out about this. If the information reached Enna’s ears, he feared… His pupils rapidly contracted until they were as thin as needles!