"Where are we now?"
Landon Brooke's voice was low and husky, yet clear, cold, and calm.
"We're about to get off the highway... Young Master, the rain is too heavy, we might need to delay our return to Coburn, and besides, there's a traffic jam at Coburn Bridge, so..."
The driver in front had, of course, been paying close attention to the road conditions and could accurately grasp the situation ahead.
"Go to Zephyria Central."
Before the driver could finish, Landon Brooke interrupted. Under the dim light, his distinguished and handsome face remained calm. His dark eyes still held a sense of tranquility, intelligence, and decisiveness, unaffected by the storm and showing no sign of impatience or annoyance.
Zephyria Central?
Wasn't that Miss Williams's place?
Tom Rosenthal seemed to catch on to something in an instant.
"Understood, Young Master! It's indeed much closer from here, and there won't be any traffic jams there!"
The driver promptly responded with a clear voice.
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