Immediately, Enna Clark was pressed against the door, her left hand tightly gripped by him, pinned above her head, forcefully trapping her against the door.
A scorching breath came crashing down, mixed with his unique Mint fragrance, arrogant and full of allure!
"Why are you here? Where's Scott Harris?"
Enna Clark's mind went blank for a few seconds from his sudden move, but as soon as she heard his voice, she quickly snapped out of it and pushed him, "Oh right, Mr. Harris is still inside."
"He knows what to see and what not to see!" Baron Lawrence dominantly grasped her only free right hand, pinning it above her head too, "Why are you here?"
He's really a maniac, persisting on one question until he gets the answer, otherwise he won't stop asking.
Enna Clark's gaze shifted slightly.
"Look at me!"
Her chin was pinned, forcing her to look directly at him.
