Enna Clark, under the introduction of the saleswoman, helped him select two matching white shirts. She also picked out two ties and shoes.
After she matched everything, she handed them to the aloof man, "Here, Baron Lawrence, try these on first."
"..."
The distinguished man was handed a pile of clothes. He had never tried on clothes like this before; usually, he'd just have them packed after choosing. But this time, the situation was different from the past, so Baron Lawrence surprisingly held his impatience, picked up the clothes, and entered the fitting room.
"Ms. Clark, let me refill your drink. Would you prefer coffee or lemon water? Since you just had coffee, I recommend lemon water, as it can effectively protect the stomach." The beautiful woman's attitude towards her was much more enthusiastic, but not the kind of obvious, fawning enthusiasm. Their attitude was perfectly balanced, neither too flattering nor too arrogant, yet subtly distinct.
