Tara Summer looked at their faces filled with apprehension; she wanted to laugh, but she restrained herself.
She also felt a little mischievous. Knowing exactly what they were fretting over, she deliberately clenched her fist and forcefully rubbed the paint on the hood of the sports car. Her strength was so great that one could hear a grating "shi shi" sound, which was quite irritating.
Everyone present turned pale with fright. Even Henry Taylor couldn't manage a laugh and rushed to stop her, "Young Madam, please be careful, mind…"
"This car must be very expensive, right?" Tara interrupted him, her nails gently tracing the car paint. Seeing that the housekeeper looked frightened, she couldn't help but find it amusing. "Since it's so expensive, it shouldn't be so delicate. Relax, Housekeeper."
"Yes..." Henry's eyelids flickered. How could he possibly relax?
Tara dusted off her hands, turned, and walked to a Bentley. She pulled open the door, preparing to get in—
