Who would call at this late hour?
Baron Lawrence thought it was Scott Harris and his eagle-like eyes narrowed for a moment as he walked over.
As soon as he picked up his phone, he found that the caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number. He put the phone to his ear and answered, "Speak."
Blunt and direct!
Enna Clark saw him taking the call and felt a sudden thirst. She reached for the glass on the table, about to pour herself some water, when she heard the caller's tone turn severe and anxious, "What did you say? Where is the person?"
What had happened?
Enna Clark was clueless.
Baron Lawrence's face was, more than ever, unsightly. His determined jaw was taut, and his thin lips had tightened into a straight line. His full attention was on the phone, "I understand, I will be right there. Tell them to do everything they can! I don't want to hear any excuses or pleas for forgiveness, I want results! Otherwise... you all know the consequences!"
