The car had just arrived at the City Center when Skye Lawrence stood up and said, "Stop the car."
"But..." The driver hesitated, not daring to stop without Oscar's command.
Skye Lawrence also knew this, turned her head, and looked at the man directly opposite her. She said nothing, but the restrained anger in her beautiful eyes was still apparent.
Oscar, under her gaze, opened his mouth gentlemanly, "Stop the car."
"Yes, Young Master."
The Lexus screeched to a halt by the roadside.
The car hadn't even stopped completely when the noble and spirited woman had already opened the door and jumped out steadily. She turned back, looked at the man in the car, and said with restrained calmness, "I've made the choice you asked for. I hope you won't play any more tricks, as you promised. Otherwise..."
"Don't worry, I will do what I promised you."
