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Hearing Enna’s tactful refusal, Miranda felt satisfied and squinted her eyes, pretending to insist, “It’s no trouble. My dear can handle it with just one word. He’s close friends with the hotel’s boss.”

Baron Lawrence’s handsome face subtly revealed his impatience.

Where had this irritating woman come from? She never stopped chattering!

Enna, standing beside him, noticed his furrowed brows and knew that he was already impatient. She was also tired of wasting time with Miranda, so she refused again indifferently, “Really, it’s not necessary.”

The foreign older man whom Miranda was embracing looked down at his watch, apparently tired of her constant chatter. He said something to her with a bad attitude, prompting Miranda to apologize with a few coquettish gestures. When she turned back to Enna, her persistence and pretense vanished as she said, “Alright, if you don’t want it, forget it. By the way, Enna, do you still have my phone number?”

“…No.”

Miranda had gone to study in Yluria Country early on, and because of an accidental pregnancy, she had gone to Country W to give birth to Bobby. They had rarely been in touch, not even exchanging greetings during holidays.

“Here, I’ll give you one.” Miranda took a name card from her Chanel bag and handed it to Enna before quickly saying, “It’s not easy for you to come visit Yluria Country, and I should have been more hospitable. Unfortunately, my dear has some work to take care of, so we must leave you now.”

Caught off guard, Enna found herself holding the name card and felt it would be inappropriate to return it. She nodded, “Alright.”

Miranda satisfied, she followed the plump old man and left with him, Enna could still hear her cutesy voice as they walked away.

“Darling, where shall we go for lunch?”

“My friend just got a beautiful new bag! When will you buy one for me, dear? When I dress gorgeously, it gives you face too~”

Enna couldn’t help but feel goosebumps as she listened to Miranda’s deliberately pinched voice. Before she could react, the name card was snatched from her hand. The cold-faced man crumpled it up without expression and tossed it directly into the trash, complaining, “Enna, are you a pig? Accepting trash from anyone, who knows if it has viruses!”

She felt puzzled, though Miranda might be greedy, it was unlikely her name card would be dirty enough to have viruses.

Baron, however, seemed particularly disgusted, as he frowned and grabbed her hand, “Don’t talk to people like her in the future, lest you learn her twisted way of speaking. If you start talking like her, I’ll straighten out your tongue!”

“…” Was he really so violent? Enna gave him a sideways glance, “I think it’s fine. Everyone has their own personality.”

“I don’t like it!”

He didn’t like it, so she better not become like that! She was best when she was natural, like now!

“Nobody asked you to like her.” Enna walked towards the elevator.

She wasn’t Miranda, so why would she learn from her? There was no need for her to worry about it. Enna believed there was no need to argue over this issue.

Baron, on the other hand, seemed especially disgusted by Miranda and emphasized in the elevator that Enna was not to mimic her. Enna eventually got annoyed and promised him, at which point he finally stopped dwelling on the subject.