Quinn dropped his mouth on the floor. Cassandra is wearing a white tank top paired to short pants: showing her tummy and navel. If not for the knee-length knitted cardigans around her shoulder, he would protest to the clothes she chose. However, Ken quickly moved closer to her and then dragged her outside toward the cars waiting for them.
"Let's use my car since I know more places here," Quinn suggested, showing one of the latest Montfort sports cars. "Cassandra, where do you want to go?" he asked her afterward.
Cassandra felt awed while staring at the shiny white car in front of her. "An— Anywhere?" she breathes, her word stuttering from being intimidated by the super expensive car. Seeing different sports cars across Paris is a typical sight. But the car in front of them is something you won't dare to get close and would afraid to scratch it even just a dot size.
