Chapter 14 - 14: Enna Clark Wants a Secret Marriage?
Chapter 14: Enna Clark Wants a Secret Marriage?
Ten minutes later.
Olivia Lewis hurriedly drove her little BMW to the set, took Enna to the hospital to get her ankle checked, and helped her get a day off from the director. She picked up the medicine and rushed back to Enna's small apartment.
Enna Clark rented a two-bedroom apartment near the Linton City set. The neighborhood was a bit old, but it was close to the set and reasonably priced.
Olivia quickly entered Enna's home, opened the refrigerator, and gulped down a bottle of mineral water. Once she caught her breath, she sat down across from Enna as if she were interrogating her.
"Tell me, what happened to your leg?"
"I accidentally tripped."
"Wow, impressive! That trip brought your period."
"..." She didn't want this either!
Olivia took another sip of water, struggling to contain her excitement. "When I came to the set to find you earlier, I bumped into someone. Guess who I met?"
"Who?"
Enna's ankle had just been treated, so she couldn't move for the time being. She distractedly took out the medical report she had brought back from the hospital.
"Guess!" Olivia snatched the report from her hands and emphasized her point seriously.
Enna couldn't help but ask, "Who did you bump into?"
"Baron Lawrence!"
Enna didn't have much of a reaction and continued to fiddle with her phone.
"What are you doing? That's no response! It's Baron Lawrence! The man every woman in the world wants to marry. He's not only wealthy, powerful, and handsome but also still single. He's a man kissed by God!"
Enna got goosebumps from her description and couldn't help but retort, "Are you sure it was a kiss and not a slap on the butt?"
She had just finished speaking when she was hit on the back of the head.
"Stop it, Enna! Do you know what will happen if your words get out on the internet?"
"What will happen?" Enna rubbed the back of her head, speechless.
"You'll be trampled into a pulp by thousands of women!"
Enna thought, "..." Isn't that exaggerating a bit?
"It's Baron Lawrence, okay! At 27, he already holds immense power. Do you know how much money he made from the X-P System he developed?"
"99% of the world uses this system, and the money from it alone is enough for him to be the richest man in the world. With so much wealth and such good looks, and you dare say he got slapped on the butt by God!"
Seeing that Olivia still intended to continue, Enna quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Olivia, have you heard anything about the request you made?"
Olivia paused, looking suspicious, "There is news, but... have you really thought about it?"
"I have."
If she hadn't met Baron Lawrence again, she might not have made up her mind so quickly, but there was no time to spare now.
"My uncle knows someone. After hearing about your situation, he's very interested. However, he demands a secret marriage, no marriage certificate, and no meeting. Also, the specific time of divorce must be decided by him. To avoid property disputes in the future, he also requires you to sign a voluntary agreement to give up the division of property."
Olivia paused and continued.
"I haven't met this person. I asked my uncle, and he's been vague and wouldn't take me to meet him, only assuring me that he won't swindle you. I think it's too risky. We don't know the other party's age or looks."
Enna wanted to put Bobby on the household registration, but she couldn't find a suitable person.
So she thought of a way, like people from other places who wanted to buy a house in Linton City and needed to marry locals, signing a contract before marrying, and then divorcing after buying the house.
Her plan was to marry before registering, then divorce after completing the household registration.
She would give the other party a few thousand dollars for their "hard work" according to the going rate.
However, she had just returned from abroad and had no connections, so she asked Olivia to help her find someone. Unexpectedly, she really found someone...
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