Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 2227 - 2236: She Threatened Me by Text Message to Come Here
"Whoβs Enna Clark, and what about the design?" Grace Wilton, well-maintained and looking not a day over thirty, with smooth and elastic skin, and a stylish aura, now seemed considerably less composed. Her eyes darted around, undermining her elegant demeanor. π§ππππΈπ¦π£πππ·ππ.π€π°π
It makes sense; if Grace Wilton werenβt so striking, Baron Lawrenceβs dad wouldnβt have been interested in her. Nor would she have borne a son who tops the global list of highly eligible bachelors year after year.
Grace Wilton steadied herself, seemingly convincing herself with Baronβs questioning, appearing more self-assured, "I donβt know whom youβre looking for, but I really just came here to eat!"
"Give me the phone." Baron Lawrence extended his hand, stepping closer, "Show me your phone, and Iβll believe it was just a βcoincidenceβ you came here to dine."
Grace Wilton immediately took a step back, her eyes inadvertently glancing at the branded handbag beside her, "Whatβs so interesting about my phone? Donβt you believe what Mom says?"
Baron Lawrence had already noticed her subtle movement and, with an expressionless face, reached out and snatched the handbag from the table, promptly retrieving the phone from it.
He hadnβt broken the phoneβs password yet.
Grace Wilton couldnβt hold it any longer, "Enough! Iβll speak."
She pursed her red lips, her immaculate face showing a trace of helplessness, "It was Skye Lawrence who messaged me to come. I donβt even know what she wanted me here for."
"..." Baronβs hand paused in the act of unlocking the phone, his brows furrowing, not expecting this answer. A volcano seemed ready to erupt in his eyes, "Skye Lawrence?"
Having begun to speak, Grace Wilton decided to finish it all at once, "Yes, her."
Her face turned somber, with a touch of displeasure, "She sent me a threatening text message."
"... She threatened you?"
Grace Wilton hesitated but eventually spoke, "She caught evidence of my embezzlement from your companyβs funds. I donβt even know how she found out I was in Mauritius. Three hours ago, she suddenly texted me, asking me to wait for her here in this restaurant. Otherwise, sheβd hand over the evidence to your grandpa. You know how much your grandpa detests anyone using public funds inappropriately. Iβm afraid that once he knows, he wonβt let me see you again. So, I hurried over."
She didnβt understand why Baron was here instead of Skye Lawrence.
When Baron kicked the door open, it truly startled her.
She thought Skye had simultaneously threatened her to come and handed over the financial statements to the Old Master, causing Baronβs sudden appearance, which made her panic for a moment.
But the more she listened, the more something felt off, like things werenβt as simple as she imagined.
"What happened to Enna?"
She hadnβt liked Enna Clark before, but now that Enna was married to her son, as a member of the Lawrence Family, she wasnβt malicious enough to wish harm upon her daughter-in-law.
Baron Lawrenceβs temple throbbed as he thought of the earlier call with Skye, her vehement denial, and now...
His thin lips pressed into a hard line.
Skye Lawrence!
This matter, indeed, still had ties to her!
Yet orchestrating someone to take the fall doesnβt align with Skye Lawrenceβs usual style.
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Meanwhile.
In Country W Military Hospitalβs VIP hospital room.
Skye Lawrence leaned against the hospital bed. Recently, she had been cooperating actively with the doctorβs treatment, and her complexion looked much improved.
