Enna Clark suddenly found herself lifted in mid-air and was already brought to the living room.
"President Lawrence, Young Madam." Joanne Harrison astutely greeted them and then helped pull out a chair at the dining table, making it easier for Baron Lawrence to place Enna Clark down.
Baron Lawrence conveniently placed Enna Clark on the chair, dragged over a cushion from the sofa, and propped it behind her waist, saying naturally, "Your waist is sore, using a cushion will feel a bit better."
Enna's face was burning like fire, she wished she could strangle him with a glare.
Did he even know the word shame?
"Young Madam, shall I serve you porridge now?" Joanne softly inquired beside her.
Enna then noticed that this hotel staff seemed a bit different from others, and gave a questioning look to the man beside her.
Without her saying anything, Baron Lawrence understood her meaning, pulled up a chair to sit beside her, and said casually, "I found someone to look after you."
