"Do I...look like a bad guy?" Joe Heath looked at her with a pseudo-smile.
"Just focus on driving, I don't want to die with you." Jasmine Yale said irritably.
"Really?"
Joe Heath suddenly accelerated—
The sports car had great performance, and the road was a wide thoroughfare!
In an instant, the wind rushed past her along with the electric energy, and the cold wind whistled past her ears.
As the speed increased, Jasmine Yale hastily tightened her seat belt.
"Joe Heath, you must be used to playing this trick with women, right? If you don't give a damn about your life, I do!"
She was notoriously afraid of death, it was terrifying!
In an instant, Jasmine Yale's face turned even paler.
Joe Heath slowed down and chuckled: "I won't tease you anymore, you can't take a joke."
"Drop me off at the front of Respected Majesty, thank you."
"It's my birthday tonight, are you coming?" Joe Heath asked with a smile.
