Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2389: Chapter 2398: I’ve Never Stooped to Hitting Women—You’re the First

Miranda Lewis was slapped across the face once more, this time she couldn’t even muster a response. Having nothing to lose, she stubbornly said, "Those photos are real. You can insist they’re fake all you want, it doesn’t matter. As long as I know they’re real, that’s enough. Believe it or not!"

Scott Harris gave her a cold glance, picked up a photo from the floor, and said, "I will show these photos to Lord. He’ll tell Ms. Lewis whether they are real or fake."

"And I’ll also inform Lord about the reckless things Ms. Lewis said to the Young Madam today."

Instantly, Miranda recalled the gunshot she had heard before, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Pale-faced and trapped in an impossible situation, she instinctively looked at Enna Clark. She clenched her teeth and suddenly did something even Scott Harris didn’t expect.

She knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face as she crawled in front of Enna Clark, embracing Enna’s leg as she cried out pitifully, "Enna, I really like President Lawrence, I truly like him. Please, be kind and let me have him. You already have so many good things. You have a lovely son, a caring uncle, and the status as Ms. Habsden. I have nothing. I only want someone I like, I never even thought of replacing you as Mrs. Lawrence. Please have pity on me and let me have President Lawrence."

Scott Harris’s eyes widened.

Having always been around Baron Lawrence in high society,

he was used to people with refined manners.

A woman like Miranda, who could shamelessly throw herself out there, he had never seen before.

He could hardly believe his ears, couldn’t believe someone had the nerve to say something so... so... shameless!

"Let you have him?"

Miranda tightly hugged Enna Clark’s leg, looked up with tearful eyes, appearing utterly pitiful, and nodded heavily, "Enna, just let me have him, please. Even without President Lawrence, you have so many people; you don’t lack anything. I’m different, I really like him, I like him to death. Help me, and you’ll be rewarded in your next life."

Enna Clark almost laughed out loud.

Not because it was funny, but because it was infuriating.

Even knowing Miranda’s shamelessness, she hadn’t expected her to reach such a level. Enna was now deeply suspicious whether Miranda was actually Jacob Clark’s daughter. Otherwise, how could she have learned Jacob’s tactics so thoroughly? Even Jasmine Clark didn’t resort to such nauseating behavior in the past.

It was truly repulsing and made Enna sick to her stomach. She didn’t know if it was from being disgusted by Miranda or if it was her perfume, but her stomach churned, and she felt like she might actually vomit.

Miranda still had the audacity to cling to her leg, lamenting, "Enna, please let me have President Lawrence. You’ve never competed with me for anything since we were kids. Now that you have so much, just let him go, I’m begging you. Enna..."

Scott Harris was infuriated to the point of trembling and was about to pull her away.

Suddenly, the door to the Presidential Suite was brutally kicked open, and a shadow in black whirled in like a storm.

Before Enna Clark could even see who it was, the man who entered had already kicked Miranda, who was clutching Enna, square in the chest, sending Miranda flying across the room. She hit the wall, rolled over, and only then stopped pathetically on the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood from the pain.

"I have never deigned to lay a hand on a woman, you’re the first!"