"Damn! There's going to be a good show, why are you zoning out?"
Without thinking, it's clear that Quentin Levin is going to settle accounts with Amelia Cobb, and these rich second generations, they all love to watch the bustle.
Groups clustered together, got into their cars, and left with Quentin Levin.
Hip cars traversed through the streets of the capital, stirring up attention from the pedestrians.
But everyone was used to such sights.
After all, the capital is hardly short of wealthy people.
That night, after Amelia Cobb and Antony Brown had dinner, they returned to the office to pick up some documents.
The car had just stopped in front of the office building when the entrance to the main road was gradually blocked by vehicles.
"Speed racers?" Betty Harrison heard the noise and glanced back at the gate.
Just one look, and she saw a few familiar faces.
Before she could say anything, Quentin Levin took the lead and stormed in.
