Finally, the game ended.
Baron Lawrence won with a one-point advantage.
This was still because Enna Clark had joined in the second half, causing a few small mistakes and reducing his advantage on the court.
Enna Clark hadn't worked out much, but she still felt sweaty from running around.
The night gradually darkened.
She took a dry towel from the waiter to wipe the sweat off her forehead, looked at Bobby playing in the corner and Gigi being held by Scott Harris, and suddenly said to the man beside her, "It's windy and cold by the beach tonight. I'll go up and get some clothes for Gigi and the others."
"Okay." Baron Lawrence wiped the sweat off his body, his dark eyes looking at her, and said, "Make sure you grab something for yourself too!"
Enna Clark smiled, her almond eyes curved, "Got it. I'll be quick, you guys go ahead and play."
"Go ahead."
In the hotel, he was quite reassured about her safety.
Enna Clark put down the white towel and walked towards the hotel—
