10 minutes later, with the help of Oscar's bodyguards, Skye Lawrence got into the car. The Lexus drove out of the Lawrence Family premises, surrounded by reporters.
In the car.
Oscar, dressed in a suit, his deep face always gave others a gentlemanly illusion. However, Skye Lawrence knew very well that the man in front of her was not as gentlemanly as he appeared.
She had faced a series of blows today and was not in the mood to play games with this man.
She leaned back in the seat, rubbed her stiff temples, closed her eyes, and asked tiredly and directly, "Why are you here?"
Oscar placed his hands on his knees, leaned in closer, and said gracefully, "I thought you needed me, so I came. Actually, I guessed right. You need me."
Skye Lawrence frowned, but she was too tired, not just physically but even more so mentally. She did not open her eyes or respond.
Oscar did not force her to respond, waiting quietly for her to adjust.
