A few seconds later, Harper Glorian seemed to remember something.
She stopped walking and turned her head.
Her eyes behind the sunglasses fell on Ann Nolan's car, and the corner of her lips lifted in an indifferent and disdainful curve.
"My car was just given to me by my boyfriend. Pretty, isn't it?" Harper's mouth brimmed with mockery.
Having said that, Harper turned her head back and walked away.
Naturally, Ann Nolan knew who Harper was referring to as "boyfriend."
Harper's car was very new, like it was just purchased.
And it wasn't cheap, at least two million or more.
Zaiden Santos wasn't short of money; a couple of million was merely a drop in the bucket for him.
Still, her car was indeed not as nice as Harper's.
However, her car wasn't given to her by Zaiden Santos; she had bought it herself. Although it was only worth four hundred thousand or so, she really liked it.
Harper's red BMW shone with a stunning luster under the sunlight, luxurious and ostentatious.
