Amanda's Lamborghini is naturally very eye-catching because even among Lamborghinis, it is among the most expensive. Plus, the woman also stomped on the gas pedal while pressing the clutch so that the car's exhaust roared out of control.
It was certainly an act of provocation.
Several youths stared intently at the car, some even seemed to want to chase it.
However, some who may recognize Amanda's car stop them.
"Are they afraid of you?" asked Arthur.
"As long as they recognize my car, of course. After all, the eldest of them is still a university student, they are too small for me and there aren't many richer than me in this city." Amanda glanced at them with a disdainful expression before looking proudly at Arthur.
The latter shook his head, speaking no more.
As the car pulled into the driveway of her mansion, Amanda knitted her brows.
"I can vaguely feel spiritual energy," she said.
