Betsy Russell looked at Thad Drew's face and obediently nodded her head, "Okay."
Peter and the others looked at Thad Drew and Betsy Russell with confusion, not understanding what they were saying, and impatiently waved the stick at the car: "Don't speak English, we don't understand. Come out, little girl, I'll take you to have some fun!"
At this time, there were many passing vehicles on the road, but none of them stopped to watch the commotion, just simply thinking that those people were resolving a rear-end collision issue.
Betsy Russell wrinkled her brows when she smelled the alcohol on those people.
"I'll give you one million dollars, and we'll consider the matter settled." Thad Drew spoke with a gloomy and cold expression, involuntarily clenching his hands by his side.
