Enna Clark had a good temper and patiently carried the items back to the office, but she wasn’t foolish enough to really enter the data herself.
Instead, she used a camera to take pictures of each page and sent them to Rhine’s side, letting her secretary help her with it.
Once it was done, it could be sent back to her.
After finishing, she clocked out and left.
She left decisively.
Others thought she was just going to get some water, but in the blink of an eye, she was already in the elevator, out of the company building.
Enna Clark drove all the way back to the villa.
Just as she reached the entrance to the villa, she noticed a black Bentley blocking her path.
’Screech——’, Enna Clark braked and stopped.
The Bentley simultaneously rolled down its window, revealing a familiar face.
"Grandpa?"
Who else could it be but Old Master Lawrence, who was supposed to be at Spirelin Hospital?
How did Old Master Lawrence end up here?
She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
The Bentley’s door opened too.
The first to step out was the Housekeeper, who then assisted Old Master Lawrence out of the car. He kindly stood by Old Master Lawrence and greeted her, "Ms. Clark, long time no see. How have you been?"
"I’m good. Long time no see, Housekeeper." Enna Clark respectfully and politely replied to him and then apologetically said, "I’m sorry, I should have visited you at the hospital, but I haven’t found time these past few days. I’m really sorry."
She genuinely felt guilty.
She had planned to take Bobby and the others to visit Old Master Lawrence and the Housekeeper within the next couple of days, and then fly directly from Spirelin City back to Linton City.
But before she could go, Old Master Lawrence had already come over.
"Grandpa, how has your health been recovering?" She carefully looked at Old Master Lawrence and noticed that he had lost a lot of weight. However, he still wore a British-style long coat and hat, and combined with his impressive presence, few would notice the sickly tone on his face.
But Enna Clark knew that this time Old Master Lawrence’s health would be weakened for a long period.
After all, now in his seventies, no matter how strong he had been, it was impossible for him to recover from poisoning to his previous state quickly.
Old Master Lawrence leaned on his dragon-headed cane, looking calm as he said, "I’m okay, is your home nearby? Could you invite this old man in for a cup of water?"
He unexpectedly was willing to humbly propose it himself.
Enna Clark promptly said, "Of course. Grandpa, it’s a few minutes’ walk to my home from here, but as you’ve just regained consciousness, why not get in the car and drive there?"
"No need, I can manage this short walk!" Old Master Lawrence brushed it off, with a hint of the vigor from his younger years.
"Ms. Clark, accompany me for a walk."
Enna Clark wasn’t naive. Since he said that, he definitely had something to discuss with her. She stepped forward, took his arm, and quietly supported him as they slowly walked home.
Old Master Lawrence hadn’t been out much, let alone for this kind of ’exercise.’ He took a few steps before speaking unhurriedly, dropping a bombshell, "I heard you and Baron broke up?"
Enna Clark’s lips tightened slightly, she paused slightly, but quickly regained her composure, holding onto him steadily to prevent him from falling.
"Yes."
Old Master Lawrence’s sharp eyes glanced at her, continuing, "Are you sure you two won’t be getting back together?"
