In the Rolls-Royce car, Lydia leaned back in her seat with her head resting on the window.
The car was running smoothly, the shock absorption design made it almost impossible to feel any shaking. The street lights reflected in the car windows, flashing Lydia's face as the car moved.
The colorful lights lit up Lydia's face, and then the darkness swallowed her expression again.
Vince sat quietly next to her and did not disturb her.
Lydia felt more comfortable than ever. Her hand still hurt from hitting Bernice's face so hard.
