The driver was still sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for Arnold Simmons' command.
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat quiet, with a faint hint of tobacco scent lingering.
It was emanating from Hannah.
Arnold's gaze fell on the girl's fair neck, where a diamond necklace hung.
It was expensive, simply but elegantly designed. The lone ruby in the middle shone with an almost enchanting glow, merging with the mild, faintly discernible smiles in the girl's eyes.
Intriguing beauty.
Arnold inexplicably felt a touch irritated. His eyes darkened as he coldly ordered, "Get out."
Hannah didn't react but leaned back in her seat, watching the handsome man across from her.
The driver realized that the command had been for him.
The sound of the car door closing echoed, leaving only two people in the vehicle.
The driver found a distant place to stand, seemingly intending to leave the surrounding space empty.
Inside the car.
