Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 708

Chapter 708: Chapter 708: Do the two people know each other?

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“Ms. Clark is really too modest; your riding skills are far from bad, and the person who just lost must be crying. I’d like to find time to learn from Ms. Clark, if you’d be willing to give me the chance?” Nathan Harris tried to seize the opportunity.

“If there’s time, of course.” Enna Clark withdrew her hand and deftly threw the invitation back.

In other words, don’t bother if there’s no time.

Nathan Harris, the gentleman, smiled, “Alright, I’ll arrange a time with Ms. Clark.”

Enna Clark neither agreed nor disagreed, and changed the subject, “President Lewis, President Jordan, Young Master Harris…”

She paused, “President Lawrence, sorry for keeping you waiting. Let’s go in and have dinner.”

She had finished speaking, yet Baron Lawrence still hadn’t let go of her hand.

Others couldn’t help but shift their gaze to the clasped hands of the two.

What’s going on with Young Master Lawrence?

Why is he reacting so strangely today?

Baron Lawrence was oblivious to the reactions of others, and his chest was swept with rage time and time again. His face now darkened to the point of almost dripping water, slowly releasing her hand.

He loosened one finger at a time.

Even the blindest person could see the two people knew each other, and not just acquainted but seemed to have some unknown connections.

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Nathan Harris’s eyes revealed a hint of calculation.

When a man and a woman have a connection, even to the point of Lord Lawrence not concealing his emotions, the only possibility he could think of was that they had dated!

But if that were the case, it would be too strange.

Isn’t it said that Lord Lawrence has a favorite person and even a nearly 7-year-old son?

And there is also the Goldsmith Family’s fiancée by his side.

As for Enna Clark of the Habsden Family, she rarely appears in public and is almost always living abroad. How could two people with such different lives know each other, let alone have a deep connection?

But no matter how inconceivable or impossible, his eyes did not deceive him; he could see that something was off between the two.

He quickly weighed his chances of success, pretending not to notice the interaction between the two, “I don’t know where we’re eating; Ms. Clark, you should lead the way, and we’ll follow.”

He actively adjusted the atmosphere, and the weird vibe immediately dissipated.

Enna Clark walked ahead to lead the way, and Nathan Harris seized the opportunity to chat with her, “How long was your flight, Ms. Clark? Is this your first time in Linton City? Do you have time to explore the city?”

“…”

The sound of a man and a woman conversing came from the front, interspersed with occasional conversations of others.

Baron Lawrence clenched his fists, the fury in his eyes about to burn everything in its path.

He took long strides and followed.

The Racecourse itself is a business venue combining leisure, sports, and meals. Of course, there are private dining rooms.

The Manager respectfully led them to the best private room, and after they were seated, the servers filed in one after another, and the dishes were served in a steady stream.

The 1982 Lafite, already opened, was poured into exquisite wine decanters and placed in front of each guest.

This was not Baron Lawrence’s first time having a meal here, but never before had it made his blood boil like it did now.

He watched the young woman, still dressed in her riding attire, calmly pick up her wine glass, pour in a small amount of red wine, stand up, and graciously circle the table, politely saying, “This is my first time meeting everyone, and I’d like to propose a toast to all of you.”

“Ms. Clark is too kind.”

“Too kind.”

“We should be toasting you instead.”