The sunlight suddenly spilled in from the doorway.
Against the light.
The first thing to catch the eye was the tall and arrogant silhouette of a man approaching, followed closely by Enna Clark, and Baron Lawrence holding her hand firmly the entire time.
"It's Young Master Lawrence!"
"President Lawrence is here!"
The journalists sitting at the back were the first to get a clear view, snapping to attention as they quickly raised their cameras and started to frantically snap photos of Baron Lawrence and Enna Clark at his side.
Flash bulbs suddenly began to flicker.
The dazzling brightness nearly made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
Enna Clark frowned slightly in discomfort.
The palm of her hand was squeezed tight, and the man walking beside her, with a sharp and cold profile, didn't look back, but his domineering 'I'm here' still reached Enna's ears amidst the cacophony of noises.
