Ann Nolan broke out in a cold sweat, now sitting in the passenger seat, she came back to her senses, feeling scared.
Her pupils were still dilated with fear, her head throbbing vigorously.
How could she have done something so foolish.
Ann Nolan... what an idiot.
She cursed herself a few times in her heart, her face bitter as she lowered her head, one hand pressing against her temple, the other supporting the steering wheel.
How could she have done something so foolish.
At the moment of impact, had she not thought of the consequences?
If Zaiden Santos had reacted just a moment later, or if his driving had been any worse, the two cars would have collided!
If luck had been even slightly worse, she feared she would have been dead.
With that thought, Ann Nolan was covered in sweat, her face pale as paper.
In the Bentley, Zaiden Santos watched her for a dozen seconds, his icy gaze piercing through the glass, landing directly on her face!
