The overpowering scent of perfume rushed over, and Baron Lawrence instinctively squinted his eyes, a strong aversion welling up in his gaze. He turned his head coldly, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully pushed it aside, his eyes laced with mockery, as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world, "You want to surpass Enna Clark?"
Miranda Lewis, under the gaze of his eyes more dazzling than the stars, felt both nervous and shy. Her heart was pounding wildly, and even though she had just witnessed how ruthless and cold this man could be, the more unattainable he seemed, the more she longed to grasp him.
She lowered her head, nervously biting her lower lip, looking pitiable, "I didn't, I'm saying, I know I can't compare to Enna, I never thought of surpassing Enna's place in your heart, I just like you. Really, really, truly like you. I like you so much I can't control myself, like you so much it hurts. President Lawrence, could you please pity me and give me a chance?"
