"You took my keys and deliberately didn't tell me. Isn't that despicable?" Avery Graham pulled her hand from his grip, this man was becoming more and more shameless, "Give me my keys back. I don't want to talk to you."
Avery now fully believed that her keys were in his hands.
"I can give them back to you. I found the keys; I didn't take them. Will you believe that?" Bernard Taylor raised his eyebrows.
"..." Avery frowned, she wouldn't believe him, but she wasn't a fool. She knew that Bernard asked her this because there was only one answer. If she gave a different answer, she might not expect to get the keys back. They had dealt with each other for two years, and sometimes Bernard could be very unreasonable. "Fine, I believe you."
"Hmm, they're in the car, get in and take them." Bernard smiled satisfied, ignoring her attitude.
