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At the back entrance of the Hilton Hotel, a low-key Lexus slowly drove into the hotel.

The manager of the hotel bowed and waited nearby. Several bodyguards quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the door, waiting on the side.

The first thing that caught their eyes was a red sandalwood cane, and immediately after, an energetic old man appeared in everyone’s sight.

Time had left its marks on his face, but it did not affect his authority and noble air. The moment he stood somewhere, the whole scene fell silent. It was as if someone had pinched their throats, and no one dared to look more.

“Old Lord, we have arrived,” an old housekeeper said softly, holding his hand.

“Mm,” his voice was deep, and although he used a cane, it did not affect his walking speed. From his brisk pace, one could see his resolute and decisive character, “Is Baron Lawrence staying here with Ms. Clark?”

“Yes, Old Lord.”

He glanced sidelong at the old housekeeper and asked another question, “I remember Emilia is also in Yluria Country?”

“Yes, Old Lord.” His words were measured, just like a well-set machine, and the tone was grasped without the slightest deviation.

The old man asked faintly, “Did you find out? What is the relationship between her and the Westbrook heir who just returned?”

“Miss Emilia seems to have known Mr. Lyle Westbrook, also known as Wyndham Howell, for a long time. Later, there was infighting in the Westbrook family, and Lyle’s cousin died in a car accident, leaving behind a five-month-old daughter. Lyle probably thought it was pointless, so he left Yluria with his niece and anonymously became a surgeon in Capital City. He only recently returned, and the reason is unclear. Miss Emilia has always liked Lyle and reached a secret cooperation agreement with the Lord. While helping the Lord cover up, she also provides cover for her own escape from blind dates.”

“Ha, Jason, I didn’t expect that at my age, I would be played by two young people. It seems I really am getting old…”

The old housekeeper lowered his head, not responding to the comment.

He entered the elevator, rubbing his fingers over the cane’s wood as if contemplating something, “Anyway, that Ms. Clark is not suitable for the Baron, don’t you think?”

The old housekeeper hesitated and nodded, “Yes.”

The energetic old man closed his eyes and said faintly, “Help me find a time, without alarming the Baron, I want to have a chat with Ms. Clark alone.”

“Alright.”

The elevator fell silent, heading upwards…

…

Enna Clark didn’t know that the crisis was approaching. She took Bobby back to the Presidential Suite, gave Bobby a bath, and the room service staff had already delivered the meals.

Baron Lawrence had temporarily finished his work and came out of the study, forcing her to eat again before putting down his chopsticks and saying, “Enna, you don’t have to wait for me tonight, go to sleep first.”

“…Okay.”

It seemed that he didn’t plan to sleep tonight.

After dinner, Baron Lawrence returned to his study.

After washing up, Enna was also tired from running around all day. Since Baron Lawrence wasn’t coming back to the bedroom to rest, she took Bobby to bed with her. Bobby was, of course, overjoyed, and after listening to a fairy tale story, she babbled on about her own theories before falling asleep.

Looking at the angelic and adorable sleeping face of the little one beside her, her mood involuntarily improved. She rubbed her belly and fell into a deep sleep…