The military doctor happened to be holding the medicine to go inside, and upon encountering him, he respectfully stepped aside, "Good evening, Lord."

"Alright. You go in first."

"Yes, sir."

The military doctor went in.

The Black bodyguard who had previously threatened Howe Westbrook stood like a tower guarding the entrance. Just by standing there, he exuded an intimidating aura.

"Guard this place well." Baron Lawrence glanced at him and commanded, "His safety is in your hands."

The man made a military gesture, seriously saying, "Rest assured, Lord, I will protect Young Master Lyle’s safety at any cost, including my own life!"

"Your life is not to be sacrificed." Baron Lawrence threw him a badge.

The Black man caught it with a reverse hand, lowered his head to look at it, and instantly revealed a surprised expression.

"Use this to summon personnel in case of danger; just report to me afterward! Remember, under no circumstances do I wish for you to sacrifice your lives!"

Dammit, if they use their lives to exchange for Lyle Westbrook’s life, Enna Clark would feel guilty again.

The Black man never expected him to say such words; his steel-like face showed a hint of emotion, which he quickly concealed, solemnly gripping the badge in his hand, and loudly saying, "Rest assured, Lord, I will definitely ensure Young Master Lyle’s safety!"

"Alright."

Baron Lawrence turned and walked out.

He needed to hide people on someone else’s turf; he still had to go and say hello.

...

An hour later, after sorting out all the trivial matters in his hands, he wearily returned to the hotel room.

He stayed in the Presidential Suite of the most luxurious hotel in Yluria Country, with 360° floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city’s night view.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was a meticulously designed bar, and after a busy day, the man took out a bottle of brandy, twisted open the wooden stopper, and poured half a glass into a transparent glass.

He took a sip and then sat in the chair, massaging his swollen temples. He took out his phone and turned to the chat records from the day with Enna Clark.

Despite his body being extremely exhausted, upon seeing the brightly lit phone screen with several chibi versions of tortoises rolling around in circles, for some reason, Baron Lawrence suddenly felt not as tired.

He didn’t even want to take a shower right away.

Instead, he pulled up the call log and directly dialed the only saved number there.

"Beep..."

The beeping lasted over ten rings before it was answered.

A drowsy and slightly sleepy feminine voice came from the other end, "Hello, Baron Lawrence, do you know what time it is now?"

She must have been asleep and was woken up by the call; her voice carried a slightly soft and cute morning grumble.

It’s because she’s so cute that Baron Lawrence distinctly felt his lower abdomen suddenly tense, a flame igniting and spreading quickly to burn toward his brain.

Damn it!

She clearly knows he’s not in the country yet deliberately teases him in the middle of the night!

If Enna Clark knew what he’s thinking, she’d definitely cry out that’s unjust. Who’s teasing him? She was clearly expressing her dissatisfaction at being woken up in the middle of the night, merely complaining about him.

"It’s half past ten."

Awakened, Enna Clark was gradually becoming alert, sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp, propping up a pillow and leaning against the headboard, helplessly glancing at the quartz clock on the wall reminding him, "It’s two in the morning in Country W!"

"It’s half past ten here!" He was downright domineering like a tyrannosaurus, naturally emphasizing that over there, it’s still not yet bedtime.