When Baron Lawrence returned Skye Lawrence's call, it was already approaching midnight.
The moment the video call connected, he got straight to the point, "Speak, what's the matter?"
Skye Lawrence deliberately kept her swollen left cheek out of the camera's view. Her stunning and vibrant face was eerily calm, "I want to negotiate a deal with Young Master Lawrence."
Not Baron, but Young Master Lawrence.
Baron Lawrence's brows didn't move an inch, his pitch-black eyes staring at her, "What deal?"
"A deal that Young Master Lawrence won't lose out on." Skye Lawrence paused, assertively saying, "I want you to enter into a marriage alliance with the Oscar family."
—I want you to enter into a marriage alliance with the Oscar family!
Baron Lawrence's brows furrowed deeply, his lips tightly pursed, irritation barely concealed as he retorted, "Are you insane?"
