Chapter 345: Chapter 345: So, Am I a Maniac?

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There could only be one person who would call at this time—it had to be Baron Lawrence!

As expected, Enna Clark took out her phone from her bag, and the screen boasted the three big words ‘Maniac” to announce its existence. She held the phone and spoke to the fat-headed fish in front of her, “Boss, excuse me, I need to answer a call.”

“Go ahead, go ahead, you take it.” The fat-headed fish now thought she was great in every way; he couldn’t have been more respectful.

Knowing that certain someone’s temper, Enna thought if she didn’t answer it now, he would definitely shout at her when she does. So without being polite to the fat-headed fish, she walked to a corner of the corridor and answered the call.

She picked up pretty quickly, but the man on the other side of the phone still wasn’t pleased, “Enna, it took you a few seconds to answer the call. What were you doing?

“What else could I be doing, dealing with people who want to curry favor with you.”

She had experienced this morning what temptation power could have; the faces of both acquaintances and strangers were simply too much to bear. Baron Lawrence frowned, “Is someone harassing you? Who is it?”

Enna quickly denied, “No, it’s not harassment just regular chitchats and greetings.”

“Alright, don’t bother with them. Come up, I’m waiting for you on the 33rd floor.”

“I still have work…” Before she could finish, the call was hung up.

Emma!

Is he a tyrant?!

Enna was left speechless, but she still reluctantly took the elevator up to the 33rd floor. The receptionists at the President’s office greeted her politely one after another. Their attitude was like night and day compared to their first encounter. Enna forced a smile and entered the President’s office.

Inside the office.

A proud and noble man sat in a leather swivel chair, and as soon as he saw her, he immediately waved her over, “Come here.”

Even though it felt like he was summoning a pet, Enna still walked over to him.

The moment she approached, Baron Lawrence grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. Then he reached out, snatched her phone, broke her phone’s password in no time, and unlocked the screen. He sent a picture from his own phone to hers.

“Ding-” Enna’s phone rang with a text message.

The screen conspicuously displayed a new message from “Maniac.”

It’s over, her heart skipped a beat, and her hands flustered to cover the screen, but it was too late.

“Maniac? Enna?” It sounded like an impending storm!

Enna didn’t even dare to look him in the eye as she tried to change the subject, “Baron Lawrence, do you know about that recently released movie? The one called ‘Dangal’? Bobby said he wanted to see it. Let’s all go watch it in the cinema sometime. I heard the movie is pretty good…”

“So, I’m a maniac?”

She couldn’t follow his sudden change of topic.

Baron Lawrence’s heart ached with anger; his handsome, well-defined face was dark and foul. If it weren’t for his reluctance to let go, he would have strangled her a long time ago!

Was he really that paranoid?

In front of her, he was already holding back as much as he could! This ungrateful woman couldn’t remember the good side of him at all!

And she had the audacity to give him such an unpleasant nickname! Why couldn’t she follow the example of other women and call her husband “honey” or “darling”? Instead, she chose “Maniac”! If people didn’t know any better, they’d think she was being harassed by some pervert!

“…I came up with that a while ago. If you don’t like it, I’ll change it.” Enna

reached out for the phone..