Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Either Get Lost, or be Thrown out onto the Street!
After all, Leslie had been around in the Orchid Club for so many years and had seen all kinds of men. She quickly conjured up a flirtatious smile, leaned in with seductive eyes, and whispered softly, āLord, donāt be so heartless. Iām just doing my job for money. If you kick me out, Iāll have nowhere to go tonight.
Can you really bear to see meā¦ ā
Baron Lawrence frowned and dodged her again, his face showing obvious impatience. āGet out, I donāt want to say it a third time!ā
Leslie had been rejected twice in a row, and she was in an awkward situation. With a hardened heart, she pursed her red lips and tugged at the ribbon on her dress.
The black dress fell to the ground like wrapping paper.
Leslie, with her proud figure and high heels, stepped over the fallen dress and approached the noble and elegant manā¦
āLord, you really donāt want me?ā
Baron Lawrenceās face turned cold.
Without even looking at the coquettish Leslie, he bent down to pick up the phone on the table and called Adam Sinclair. āIāll give you one minute to get this disgusting woman out of the room! If you donāt do it within one minute, Iāll throw her out onto the street!ā
He didnāt want to waste a second talking to Adam Sinclair, hanging up the phone without letting Adam say his piece.
Looking at Leslie, whose face was full of embarrassment, he coldly said, āYou heard me. Iām giving you two options now: one, leave; two, Iāll have someone throw you out onto the street. Iām sure some men canāt resist you.ā
He was so ruthless and cold!
Leslie knew that she had no chance of succeeding tonight, regardless of her unwillingness. She quickly weighed her options, picked up her dress from the floor, and abandoned any pretense of charm. āIāll leave. Iām sorry, my lord, for disturbing you.ā
With that, she didnāt even bother putting on her dress properly, grabbed her bag, and left the room in a most disgraceful manner.
The Presidential Suite was once again peaceful.
Baron Lawrence sat down on the sofa with irritation, but as soon as he did, he frowned deeply, as if a fly could be trapped within the furrow.
What was that smell in the room? Why was it so unbearable?
Recalling the same smell emanating from the disgusting woman earlier, Baron Lawrenceās expression turned sour. He called the hotel manager and switched rooms using his phone.
Enna Clark didnāt sleep at all that night.
She arrived at the company with dark circles under her eyes.
As soon as she stepped foot in the company, people started pointing and gossiping about her. āItās her.ā
āOh, it really is her?ā
āDefinitely her, she looks exactly like the one in the picture.ā
āI canāt believe our company has that kind of person. Good thing I never interact with her. My mom would kill me if I did.ā āBut she really has a big heart. Sleeping with such an old manā¦ā
āFor money, some people will do anything.ā
Enna had a feeling they were talking about her, but she also felt that it didnāt quite fit.
So, she entered the company with a puzzled look.
People on the office floor gathered in small groups, but dispersed as soon as they saw her, casting strange looks her way.
Enna felt something was definitely not right. She put her bag down.
Tiffany Clifford came to her and glanced at the people around her hesitantly.. āEnna, why didnāt you answer my calls?ā