Sensing the dignifying and distant aura coming off Stuart, not one person attracted by his look dared to approach him. He arrived at the parking lot shortly after. There were indeed thirty thousand dollars' worth of cash in the storage box.
Stuart took out a stack and put it into an envelope. He turned around and walked back towards the flower market. A white BMW blocked the entrance of the flower market. The flower market had stored on both sides of the path.
The path was already very narrow, being occupied by flowers. There was no way that any car could drive through. Since the market entrance got blocked, so many people gathered around the entry.
The people outside couldn't get in, and the people inside couldn't get out, but the white BMW still insisted on driving in. There were two people in the car, Victoria Greg and her best friend, Polly Hill. Victoria honked her car horn, impatiently, "So annoying! Are these bumpkins blind? Why aren't they cleaning up the entrance for me?"
