Chapter 276 - Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Either Get Lost, or be Thrown out onto the Street!

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Either Get Lost, or be Thrown out onto the Street!

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After all, Leslie had been around in the Orchid Club for so many years and had seen all kinds of men. She quickly conjured up a flirtatious smile, leaned in with seductive eyes, and whispered softly, “Lord, don’t be so heartless. I’m just doing my job for money. If you kick me out, I’ll have nowhere to go tonight.

Can you really bear to see me… ”

Baron Lawrence frowned and dodged her again, his face showing obvious impatience. “Get out, I don’t want to say it a third time!”

Leslie had been rejected twice in a row, and she was in an awkward situation. With a hardened heart, she pursed her red lips and tugged at the ribbon on her dress.

The black dress fell to the ground like wrapping paper.

Leslie, with her proud figure and high heels, stepped over the fallen dress and approached the noble and elegant man…

“Lord, you really don’t want me?”

Baron Lawrence’s face turned cold.

Without even looking at the coquettish Leslie, he bent down to pick up the phone on the table and called Adam Sinclair. “I’ll give you one minute to get this disgusting woman out of the room! If you don’t do it within one minute, I’ll throw her out onto the street!’

“Baron, you…”

He didn’t want to waste a second talking to Adam Sinclair, hanging up the phone without letting Adam say his piece.

Looking at Leslie, whose face was full of embarrassment, he coldly said, “You heard me. I’m giving you two options now: one, leave; two, I’ll have someone throw you out onto the street. I’m sure some men can’t resist you.”

He was so ruthless and cold!

Leslie knew that she had no chance of succeeding tonight, regardless of her unwillingness. She quickly weighed her options, picked up her dress from the floor, and abandoned any pretense of charm. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry, my lord, for disturbing you.”

With that, she didn’t even bother putting on her dress properly, grabbed her bag, and left the room in a most disgraceful manner.

The Presidential Suite was once again peaceful.

Baron Lawrence sat down on the sofa with irritation, but as soon as he did, he frowned deeply, as if a fly could be trapped within the furrow.

What was that smell in the room? Why was it so unbearable?

Recalling the same smell emanating from the disgusting woman earlier, Baron Lawrence’s expression turned sour. He called the hotel manager and switched rooms using his phone.

On the next day.

Enna Clark didn’t sleep at all that night.

She arrived at the company with dark circles under her eyes.

As soon as she stepped foot in the company, people started pointing and gossiping about her. “It’s her.”

“Oh, it really is her?”

“Definitely her, she looks exactly like the one in the picture.”

“I can’t believe our company has that kind of person. Good thing I never interact with her. My mom would kill me if I did.” “But she really has a big heart. Sleeping with such an old man…”

“For money, some people will do anything.”

Enna had a feeling they were talking about her, but she also felt that it didn’t quite fit.

So, she entered the company with a puzzled look.

People on the office floor gathered in small groups, but dispersed as soon as they saw her, casting strange looks her way.

Enna felt something was definitely not right. She put her bag down.

Tiffany Clifford came to her and glanced at the people around her hesitantly.. “Enna, why didn’t you answer my calls?”