Baron Lawrence discreetly held her hand in his, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, and his gaze towards the taunting man resembled looking at a dead person.
"Let me handle it if you're upset, you don't need to worry about it." His voice was soft but loud enough for Enna Clark to hear.
The warmth from his palm eased Enna's uncomfortable feelings somewhat. She took a deep breath and exhaled the stale air from her chest, gently shaking her head, "It's fine, it doesn't upset me much, I'm used to it. Let me handle it myself. I don't have any secrets and I doubt he can reveal anything surprising."
A well-planned banquet suddenly turned into such a farce, drawing everyone's attention to them.
The crowd was filled with hushed whispers, and experts engaged in quiet discussions.
"My God, those two are actually acquaintances of President Lawrence's wife."
"That man is actually the President's wife's biological father, how embarrassing to have such a father."
